Wednesday, June 29, 2011

My Story

Unless I tell you how I came to this situation, I can't expect you to understand it. So here it is.

It all started when my friend showed me EverymanHYBRID last September. I really didn't get why there was a guy in a suit and they kept having technical difficulties. So my friend showed me the KnowYourMeme site about Him. I laughed. It was just so ridiculous.

That night I had a nightmare. I was running down a street in the dark, and then it forked off. I stopped at the fork and looked down both roads. On the left there was a line of people standing in the road. People I knew. He was standing in the right-hand road. My dream self did what made sense and ran down the left road. But as I passed the first person, my mother, she died. It wasn't detailed or anything, but I knew she was dead. And I kept running. One by one, every person I ran past died. I woke up, and I knew why people were afraid of Him.

I believe most of you know what it's like when He's after you. I won't go through it all. But after just a couple weeks, my mother died. They said it was an animal attack, probably a rabid dog that caught her napping in the hammock in our yard. I knew otherwise. That night I had the nightmare again, except my mother was dead to start with.

While I mourned, I tried to spend as much time as I could with others. I thought that might protect me. And it did. It was the friend who introduced me who died next. With him, the police suspected murder. They went through his stuff, and found his journal. I didn't understand it then, because I had never even seen Marble Hornets, but that symbol was all over the journal. After I heard the news, I had the dream for the third time.

I switched strategies, interacting with as few people as possible to save them from being collateral damage. I kept running, though. It was always my coping strategy, so I threw myself into it harder than ever. My coach was the next to die. I never found out what they thought had happened to her. When the nightmare came for the fourth time, I finally ran down the right path. Toward Him. As I ran in the dream, I split in two and was running beside myself. He grabbed the me beside me and started working the other me like a puppet.

Early the next morning, I wrote out a suicide note. I said that I would throw myself into the ocean. Then I walked to the harbor. It wasn't the most convincing suicide, but in a way that's what I was really doing. He met me there on the docks. I took his offer and He took half of my life.

Now that you've read my story, maybe you understand a bit better. I never wanted to join Him, but He wanted me. I still don't know why. Maybe I can help some of you, but don't try to help me. It's much too late.


  1. It's never too late. Never.

  2. Because our dear old Slender is a dickface with no face who hates to lose. Most of the time, there's no reason. There's no motivation. He just... is. He does. That's all there is to it.

    And if you give up? You're not better than the people who chose to serve him. Come on, kid. You can do better than this. Make those 12 some-odd hours a day count, because what else can you do?

  3. Oh come now. Serving Father is not that bad. Everyone finds it slightly difficult at first, but you get used to it... And eventually you come to enjoy it. It really is a lot of fun you know. You like fun don't you?

  4. No, it isn't that bad. But only because I don't know about the bad parts. Except for the one that led me to make this blog.

    And still nobody knows who he was. I guess I was underestimating the scope of all this.

  5. twin of my heart


    if you ever need help

    come find me