Friday, January 28, 2011


She's gone.

I...I woke up this morning in the middle of her school's field. I don't know how I got there. I can't remember anything from yesterday after typing up the blog entry. When I got home I called the police. They're investigating right now to see if they can find her, but I don't think they will this time.

It's a sunny day. The temperature is perfect. I hate it.

I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

I'm going to find you. I promise. I will look forever if I have to.


To all of you who tried to warn me and I refused to believe, well, I'm believing now. Sometime during yesterday and this morning I had a dream and I saw this tall...thing in it. I think it knows me. You all mentioned that it was the thing after us the whole time. I want to know everything. Please.


  1. Oh good, you're not dead. Have you read/can you see Cyndia's last blog entry? (Sometimes Slendershit manages to block comments/entries from peoples minds.)

    The basics. ^

    We stupid people who Fight him/Run/Help others/Test shit.

    Read everything. If you go to my profile, there are alot of blogs there. All of them save one is a Slenderman blog.


    The Scientist.

  2. Yes, I can see it...I think she's going to come back with it. If she does I'm going to be ready. And if she doesn't, well, I'm coming to her.

    Thank you for the links, Ava. And thank you for...sticking with me when I refused to believe. It means a lot to me. I'll try and update again soon, but for now I'll get to reading.

  3. Good. Well, not good, he's trying to taunt/break you, but good that you can see it.

    It's no problem to me. This /is/ the reason I do what I do. Hell, it's the reason most of us do what the hell we do.

    I'll dispense of the signature now we're family.

    (And by that I mean a family of Slenderstalked twonks.)

  4. I suppose he can try. But everything he's done so far has only made me more determined to find her. And I will.

    You all sound like a pleasant enough bunch-I'm glad there are people helping others. I hope that I can help too.

  5. It does only serve to make us more pissed off/driven XD

    Yeah, kinda, I suppose. At the very least we aren't all bastards. XD

    Good luck. What corner of America are you in? Vaguely. Someone may be near.

  6. Hopefully people don't break that easily, but considering that this thing probably tries it's hardest to get people like us, doesn't it?

    That's good to know. I myself can be a bitch when I need to be, but hopefully I'll be reasonable enough.

    I live on the east side of America.

  7. Depends on the person I suppose, and what they have to fight for.

    For instance; you're fighting for your daughter. Hence, you're more likely than not going to stay strong.

    East....I'll have to see...I think we probably have a few.....

    URGH so many people to try and keep track of their whereabouts.

    Any sightings of him recently?

  8. Haha, hopefully I can keep this up.

    I'm not sure if I'd be okay with other people. Right now I'm not exactly the best person to talk to and I'm pretty scared that anyone could be trying to get me.

    I haven't seen anything. I get these...feelings that make me think he's around. But when I do look there's nothing.

  9. I'm almost positive you can. Mothers are notoriously....protective.

    Hmm. I apologise, I have to keep remembering that different people have different reactions. X-x

    That's extremely common and no doubt you are torn between not leaving (what if she comes home and you're not there) and leaving (he's definitely targeted you next and the most intelligent thing to do is run like hell.)

    The most I can offer is to make yourself calm. And I mean MAKE, FORCE yourself to be calm. It may sound really, honestly stupid, but it works for both myself and my Mother. Loud music to drown him out and to crush any rising hysteria I find... (Though considering where I am now and who I am with, it would not make a bit of difference for me now.)

    There is hope though, if your daughter has only been Proxied, we have a cure courtesy of Robert and Zero, refined by Jeff. It works. So far I've had to use it on a ten-year-old girl and two of my friends have had to use it twice, lately on a thirteen-year-old boy.

    How have your neighbours been acting recently?

  10. I might be okay later on to find others, but right now I need to come to terms with what's happening.

    Yes, she could come home any second and I should be here for her if she does. I don't want to run like so many others are doing, and so I will try and stay home for as long as I can.

    I am surprisingly calm right now. I'm seeing things very clearly and I have this feeling- like I know what to do. It seems odd because the people I've looked at so far never know and panic. I'm...not experiencing any of the nausea or paranoia to the level I did when Cynthia was still at home. It makes me feel like horrible person and mother.

    If you could..."fix" her or whatever it is that you do, I would be eternally grateful. I just have to find her first...

    After Cynthia went...missing, I saw them everywhere. They're acting normal, like my daughter is still here and nothing is wrong. I don't see anyone for five days and now they all decide to hang around outside.

  11. From what I've read, you are not a horrible person in the least. Also, stay for a short time but pack your things and get out soon. If you need help, I live in the East as well and I'm working on helping people who've been taken by the Slender Man.

    Also, be wary of your neighbors. If they're acting strangely...just be wary.

  12. Well, thank you for that. If I'm ever in need of help, I may come and find you.

    I am...they keep looking over like they're keeping watch. I think there's something wrong...or I'm just being paranoid.

  13. Oh god no. That throws up some horrifying possibilities. If he's infected/turned them to actually keep an eye on you......

    Urgh. I hate that bastard.

  14. well...

    I'll give you a pointer.

    This is the old blog of a man named Zeke Strahm; this post contains comments with links to blogs. Don't take too much, but see if it helps.