Don't have much time to explain, we have to get going soon.


Kristal and Daren are on the blog now. All of her posts from http://mindsprison.blogspot.com can be found here.


Daren was right.


I can't believe I would ever say that.


I must seem so insane right now. Fuck.


I promise things will get explained by one of us when things calm down for a bit.


Just. Genesis. Jennah. Jennahsis. Needlegirl.


It was her.


Oh god it was her. He knew. We didn't.


Fuck.

I knew it was too good to be true

Look at Elaine's comment.


From what I've seen from her posts she seems to not really understand what's going on.


She thinks this is a story. The whole thing is a story.


It needs to stay that way.


I made an agreement with her that I'll stay until her roommate (Jennah, I guess) gets back. Until then I'm watching to see what's happening here, because something is going on.


What interests me the most is the gap in her posts between July and September, and the sudden personality change after her resurface. But what changed? It looks like she has something messing with her. The whole thing seems odd.


She has to be connected to everything somehow. She just doesn't know.


So I'm staying until Jennah comes back. I have questions that need answers.


I saw Daren again the other day. He tried to get my attention. He mouthed something at me, but I left before he could get closer.


Daren. I know you're reading this. Now. I'll say this again. Leave me alone. At least until this is over. I know you have the whole "hurt-everyone" philosophy but I know you're not working for Him. You're still one of us, in a twisted sense. Respect that.


I declare this area Switzerland. Neutral grounds. Deal with it until this is blown over. Capiche?

Capiche.

Well, she's nice

I guess I kind of disappeared off the charts for a while after that last post. Fucking sorry about that. Did I make anyone worry? No? Oh well.


I fucking never want to hike again. Especially through woods. Never. Fucking. Again.


Do you know how paranoid I was getting? I was afraid I'd turn around and suddenly I'd be trapped in fog, trying to figure out where the hell I was, and our favorite person would appear. Or that I'd see Daren again. Or the Needle girl. Or someone/thing/whatever I haven't ran into yet. I got to the other end, and after pretending I was Frogger in a high way (if you don't get the reference, you're too young for this blog. Just saying), dashed to the other side and found I was in some downtown area outside a Starbucks and Target. I spent the day walking around, with most people thinking I was a homeless kid. (Which, I guess is kind of true? I never really thought of it that way), and kept on giving me money. I have a wad of about $175 from the past two days. People are really nice here.


Maybe I shouldn't exploit that.


Naaaaah.


Anyways, this one girl invited me back to her place to wash up and have somewhere to stay this morning. She said the person she was living with kept leaving on trips, and she spent months alone. She doesn't want to be in the place by herself, and then said "I feel like I can trust you for some odd reason. I don't know, maybe it's the layer of dirt on your face..." and I blushed. I'll fucking admit it. So I'm now sitting in the living room in her apartment, using her second computer.


Oh, right. Her name.


Her name is Kristal.


Daren, I'm going to say this right fucking now. If you're still around the area, and you're after me for some fucking reason, get the fuck away. Or at least, don't drag her in. I feel bad enough as it is, I don't want to have to deal with some psychopath dragging an innocent into all of this.

Steele, you're an ass

Jesus fucking Christ.


So after that whole horror with Hope, I had been riding around with Steele, Rivers, and Alex, and with our favorite psychiatrist being pretty comatose, and Alex deciding to fall mute, it had been pretty much Steele and me talking for the past two days or so.


That is until he decided to fucking drive off without me.


Let me back up a bit.


We had made a pitstop at a gas station in Pennsylvania. because I had to take a leak and Steele decided he needed a new pack of cigarettes. (Even though he had like, I don't know, 30 packs in his glove compartment. Whatever.)  So we went in. After I did some business I'm sure y'all don't want to read about I came out to meet with him before we left.


Except the 'him' I ran into wasn't Steele. It was fucking him. Daren. (Which, what the hell? He decided to make his own blogger account now?) So I did the natural thing that someone does when they run into someone who had kept you as a hostage.


I fucking bolted. Straight out the door. Into town. Almost got hit by a car, but the driver was nice enough to just swerve and flip me off before I got off the street.


So, after about an hour? Something like that, I manage to work my way back to the gas station to see that Steele had left. What the hell, man? I'm now stranded in God-knows-where-Pennsylvania. And Daren's somewhere here too.


I need to go figure out where I can sleep. I'm in a public library right now.


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EDIT: Oh, "Ray was with us, but he ran off gibbering about something in Pennsylvania." Really?

Hope

Where the hell do I begin.


Last week seems like a good place, doesn't it? Ugh.


So I had been driving around in circles for a week, right? Trying to figure out where the hell I was supposed to go, and how not to draw attention to me. Yadda yadda yadda. Whatever. I had this ingenious idea to contact Elaine to see if I could stay at Hope for a while, just to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do. She agreed, and I arrived last Friday night.


Those two days before it all got crazy were probably the best two I've had in, oh, a year? Somewhere around that. I really only talked to Elliott, the rest of the time there I was generally sleeping. (By the way, if Elliott ever offers to play the piano, take him up. The guy's a genius with that thing.)

Then David came, (do you know how tempted I am to make a "It's All David's Fault" joke? Because I really am. I can't believe how hard it is fighting off the urge.) and apparently this happened. So Shaun, Konaa, and others that were also here are slowly leaving, and I'm not sure what to do.


Honestly, I think I will stay. Elaine thought she was doing the right thing. You can't get mad at her for that. (Hell, if it was me in this situation I would have probably done the same thing.) Besides, it's nice here. Even if Hope has the same chance as everywhere else in the world, I'd rather be comfortable then out in the night, wet and cold. Call it a personal preference if you will.


Well, I think that's it. I'll post again when this 'impending attack' happens. (Though it really just seems like they're trying to bluff to scare everyone. Whatever. Guess we'll find out.)

I'm a Ninja

So I figured out the perfect way to get out of town last week.


Halloween.


It's amazing how during that one time of the year no one actually pays attention to some kid driving off in a car that may or may not be his.own. (I left a note to my family telling them to have some trust in what I'm doing, and if all goes well I'll see them again soon) But I'm tired of sitting around waiting for something to happen. If there's going to be something happening, I want to be the cause of it. Not the effect of what happens after.


I swear to god that line sounded better in my head. But I don't have too much time to think of anything cool to jot down. I'm just putting this up before I head out again. (Oh, yeah. I'm leeching off of some unsecured wifi network called "ForAdultUsage". I really don't want to know what it's for. I reaaaaaaaaaaaallly don't want to know.)


Back to what I said before. If there's going to be another standoff between me and whoever, I want to be the one with the advantage. I'm tired of hoisting up my skirt and waiting for the next person to make me their damsel in distress.


I'm not running. I'm still fighting. I'm just making the fight mobile.


It's time to make a difference.

I Don't Want To

I don't like the fact that I have to do this.

                       RUN

After spending months living at home acting as if nothing's going on with my life, it's finally driven me to this point. I have to leave home.


After having Daren and that girl with the needles come after me at different points in time, let alone Mr. Slender, I don't want to have anyone I know be dragged into this.

                                       AWAY
The hardest part is going to be explaining this to my parents. I'm really not sure what to do. I can't just hitch up and leave, and I can't fake a death or anything, so I'm not too sure on how to execute this smoothly. Leaving everyone I know here behind to protect them. So none of this crazy shit happens.


I can't believe I'm actually saying this.
                                                                 LITTLE
                          BOY
It's time to run.

Whoever is trying to mess with me.

LEAVE ME ALONE.




EDIT: Oh shit, finally it lets me put up something and it's this piece of crap.


How the hell do I figure out how to stop this.

Strange Text?

Alright, what the hell was that mess? Who the fuck is trying to mess with me? Show your fucking face, twat. You think you're so hilarious, don't you? Put in a bloody little 'hijack' bit. So funny.


I'm not taking any of this shit. If you want me, come get me you little fucker. If I ever catch sight of your damn annoying ass I'm kicking it to Thailand. Hear me? Back the fuck off or you'll be on the ground before you can beg for your shitty little life.


Because if I ever catch sight of you you're
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Lucian, if I found this was you trying to be funny I swear to god you're a dead man.


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Changed the Password

 Just to absolutely make sure I'm not out of whack and my mind isn't slipping, (well, any more than what could be considered normal, what with Tall, Dark, and Slender, picking me as one of his little lambs), I left the password the same just to see if anything weird would happen. Nothing.
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Well, nothing more then normal. I'd try to send out a post; it wouldn't go out. Same as what happened last time. So I changed the password just a couple minutes ago, literally right before I started this post. So yeah, I think I'll actually be able to update this little thing for all you guys who get a sick enjoyment out of reading this. Alert the press! I'm not dead!


I have no idea how many of you are disappointed by that, but here you go. I'm here. Nothing should be stopping anymore. It's just me vs. Him from here on out. The only help I had ran off without really saying anything. Whatever, though, right? Haha. It's like we're not fucked anyways! Maybe Daren had the right approach.


Of course, I'm just kidding. I may be slowly morphing into an asshole, but I'm not a psychopathic asshole. Not yet, at least.


Alright, that's it for now. I'm sure you all are happy to see this pop up in your feed. At least someone's happy about this thing. Off to sleep for me now. I'm exhausted.

EDIT: Oh what the fuck is this.

I think someone else has access to my account.


I've made a couple of posts over the past couple weeks and have set them up to post, and when I check back later the post is either saved back into the drafts or just deleted.


I'd like to think this is just the host site screwing things up like it has before, but it just seems weird. Color me paranoid, I guess.


I would like to think I have every reason to be paranoid, though.


EDIT: That was the third time I had to try and publish this post.

And Everything Went Up In Flames (Part 1)

8/14/11 - Finally done. This thing is going up so I don't have to think about it again.
8/21/11 - In my rush to put this up I accidentally clicked "Save Now" instead of "Publish". So here you go.
8/21/11 - EDIT: Apparently the end part didn't get saved? I'll rewrite it and put it up later. Tonight, hopefully.

I'm putting this up. This needs to go up. I don't want it to go up, though. But it has to. So I'll try to suck it up and post up this monster. I don't know how long it will take me though. I can't dwell on the memory for too long. It hurts. It's something I hope I can forgot.


Ironically me talking about not dwelling on the memories is making me focus on them. Oh well. Let's just get this started. The sooner this is over, the sooner I can -- hm, not actually sure what I can do once this is out.


So I last left off at looking for Emma. I hope you all remember her, and my crisis didn't take the attention away from her. It really doesn't matter now, I'll get to her later. You don't need to worry about her. (Which I'm sure you're not. This is all some thing to keep you entertained, right? Reading this just lets you guys forget all your problems, even if it's just for a few minutes-- I'm getting off topic. I'll save my rant for later. Otherwise we'll be here all day, and I just know you don't want that to -- okay, okay. Moving on.)


Yeah. Something I was originally afraid to put up on this post was actually meeting Daren for the first time. He acted differently in public then he did when it was just the two of us. When he was in front of everyone else he acted punk like, but was still civilized and such. When we where alone he snapped. I had no idea who he was, and I was pretty much kept in the dark until that god damn conversation on the audio tape. You know, the one where Lucian promised to put it up then didn't put up the whole thing to save his ass? Yeah, that one.I was kept completely in the dark. I thought that this was the creep who kidnapped Emma, (and possibly killed her), and he was planning to do this to me as well. I originally assumed he had no connection to Lucian, no connection to Mr. No Face, but of course everything's connected back to that monstrosity. I really should have expected it. Ignorance isn't always a blessing.


After we split into a group of two Monday night he led me into the woods and put a knife up against my throat. He laughed, then whispered into my ear "If you can't forget about that brat, you're dead." I assumed he meant Emma. I had no idea that by brat he meant Lucian. How was I supposed to know? So trying to figure out how to get out of the position I was in, I just said okay, and he left. Or at least, he looked like he was about to. He then suddenly whipped around, and added on to his list of vague demands with "Oh yeah, you better forget that piece of shit you call a blog as well. If I see you updating it, you're dead." Okay. That one wasn't as vague. If you had just had a knife pressed to your throat you would have also been dazed, admit it. I simply nodded, and left as quick as I could.


I wrote this when I got back. I didn't mean to publish it, though, it was supposed to be a draft. Seeing that it was out there on the web, I tried to edit what it originally said into a "real update tomorrow" type thing you see some people do. In my head, though, I was just going "imdeadimdeadimdeadimdead". So I wrote this, leaving out those important details hoping it would save my ass. No such luck, as all of you are aware.


I spent the next day out of the house and moving around, trying not to stay in one area for too long. After I thought I was in the all clear, something knocked me out from behind. (Remember, folks. If you're hiding from a psychopathic slenderstalked, try to stay around a lot of people. It helps.) The next memory I have is what happened in these posts. I learned Daren was the figure I saw the night that I first saw Mr. Pale in the fog. Which means he's been here the whole time. The thing is, he's not a proxy. The fact that another Stalked is out there killing others without being affiliated with Slendy baffles me.


In retrospect, I guess it makes sense. Killing off other Stalked to buy yourself more time to continue to live. It's just not rational reasoning. He said so himself that he has nothing to live for now. He needs help more then anyone, but he's too blind to see it. He needs to calm down. I think after spending a week berated by the guy, I'm allowed to give my opinion. He's lonely. He doesn't want to admit it, though. So now he's trying to literally cut off everything that has that's related to someone else. He's trying to get Lucian to suffer from the same pain, and I'm the target. Yay? Not really. Anyway, I don't have time to be Mr. Psychological Disorder Diagnoser or whatever.


There's not much else to say. I spent the next week and a half drifting in between reality and dream land. I think he had me drugged on something, either that or my brain couldn't handle the state my body was in. There's something fishy behind that by itself, and I'll get to that later. I just...I healed a lot faster then I should have from when I got "rescued" per say to getting to the hospital.


EDIT: Alright, so, I don't know if this is blogger fucking with me or what, but the last part of this post that went into detail about my week while I was being held hostage is gone. I'm going to try and get it up later today. If not tonight, some time this week. I know you little buggers will be looking forward to it.

Fine.

Between John and Spencer's comments yelling at me earlier, along with this wedding between people being stalked (which Spencer was a guest of, it seems), I've decided to take back what I said earlier;


I'll deal with the whole being Stalked thing. Ignoring it would probably get me killed anyways, so I might as well (grudgingly, mind you,) accept it.


There's one thing I'm not taking back though, and that's finding Lucian. I'll repeat what I said before; he left on his own. I don't know what's going on in his head, (if anything goes through it, I really do wonder sometimes), but it made him leave.


Besides "'protectingbyrunning'.blogspot.com", that has to mean something, right? He...in his own way he thinks he's helping.


That's fine with me. I'm not going to go running after someone if they don't want me to. So stop telling me to find him. Unless the words come from his own mouth (or posts, whatever,) I won't set off after him. Okay? Good.


I'm still not ready to put up in detail what happened with Daren, but I'll try working on it in small bits. Everything that happened those two weeks. Starting with what happened with Emma...


I can't think about this anymore. Damn it. Not yet.

What?

Pretending that this doesn't exist doesn't work so well when the other person on this blog puts up a post with a link to a dead blog and you get an email notification over it.


I have no idea what he's up to, and I want no part in it.

Maybe...

This will all just stop. I'd give someone my left arm if it meant that this...insanity would just stop. You know what I mean?


I feel like...things will...go back to normal if I never touch this again. I'm still frustrated with Lucian. Not because he didn't tell me about Daren (well, he didn't, but that's not the point), but because he ran off like that. He got me out of there and then ran.


Does he think he's playing hero? Saving the day and flying away? I don't get it.


But he's gone.


He's....why? I don't get it. He's still posting on here.


I don't know what's running through this guy's mind.


Maybe one day this will all make sense...but for now I need to take a break.


Hopefully a permanent break. I can only hope, right?

Fuck this.


This thing started because of a stupid English project, and somehow along the line I got sucked into this mess. Why?


God dammit.


Lucian's gone. He took off. He left a (barely legible) note saying that I'd be safer without him around on my bedroom window last week. I don't know where he is right now. I don't want to know.


But yeah. This thing. I don't even know why I'm updating this anymore.


Maybe if I stopped writing this would just stop. Everything would go back to normal.

Have you ever felt helpless?


Have you ever felt like you're just a puppet, with someone else pulling the strings?


Have you ever felt like you're a dim light be smothered in the darkness around you?


Have you ever been beaten into unconsciousness and wake up, just to have it happen again?


Have you ever been so fucking dumbfounded you don't know what to say?


Have you ever felt so useless you don't know what to do?


I keep pinching myself to see if I'll wake up from this dream.


It's not working.

The Search Party

Sorry for not updating yesterday. Nothing notable had really happened, so I didn't see the need to put it up.

Well...there was this one guy that struck me as a little odd. But that was it. I didn't think there was any reason to put that up...

I'm getting ahead of myself, I'll get to it later.

OH. One more thing before I begin. I've been carrying around an audio recorder when I go out since the night I first encountered Him. I had thought I had mentioned it, but looking back at my earlier posts, I realized I didn't. That way I don't have to doubt myself whenever I quote what someone says on here.

Okay, so. Monday. At about 10:00 we met up. 'We' was probably only...five people total? Sort of understandable, it was Memorial Day. Some people thought grilling was more important then finding a missing kid. Yeah. Totally understandable.

So the five were me, Emma's mother, two of the mother's neighbors, and a guy my age. Yeah, I didn't drag Lucian into this. I can't think of a way to sneak out of my room, and he's reading all the information he can get. He's been much happier lately...but also a shut in. That can't be too healthy. Then again, I wouldn't call our current situation too healthy.

The officer in charge (whose name escapes me), walked us through all the procedures, and split us into two groups. I was introduced into the other kid.

Now, this is the funny part. I think he's about my age. But he's 5'2 And he has the reddest hair I've ever seen, which he spikes up. I'm pretty sure he spikes it up just to make himself look taller. So yeah, first meeting him, I had a hard time not trying to ruffle his hair and call him kiddo. The first thing he did when we met though? He said

“Aight. Let's just get this over with, I don't know this jackass ova here." - I'm trying to type out his accent. It's not working well.

But yeah, kid's got an attitude.

Okay, shit. Library's about to close. If my net is back up soon I'll post up the rest, but if it's not I'll try to get back here tomorrow and finish it.

Sorry guys, this really does need to be put up. I just seem to be having bad luck. Urgh.

Internet's been cutting out a lot lately. I think it's because of the heat, but I'm not 100% sure.


I really need to update you guys about what happened today. But I can't type everything out on my phone.


I'll need to try and snag a computer at the library tomorrow and get a real update up.

Emma

Okay, so before I begin, I just wanted to say that M (of The Tutorial) had come into a chat room. It was called...I actually don't remember, something rabbit related. It was a chat room to discuss another series, if I know right. Lucian and I had watched him under his name. (his post is here if you haven't seen it.) No one recognized us. Not sure if that's good or bad. I'll go with the former for now. (M, if there's any chance you're reading this: thanks for the help you've posted up.)

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We got another missing person. This time it's a 7 year old. Her name is Emma. I feel so bad right now...

She disappeared Thursday night, but her mom didn't report her missing until yesterday. They went out for a walk along the park road, and good ol' Momma turned around for a second to light up a cigarette. She turned around again to find Emma gone, the stuffed raccoon doll she carried around laying on the ground a few feet away.

I may seem like I'm cracking jokes about this, but it's heartbreaking. I used to babysit Emma when she was really little. I had to stop last year because school needed more of my attention. She's the most adorable little tyke I've ever had the pleasure of running into. And she's inseparable from that doll. She wouldn't leave it behind to wander off somewhere...

I've had enough of this. I went down to the police station and got them to agree with me to set up a couple of search parties around the town. We meet up for the first time tomorrow. Well, by 'we' I mean me and anyone who has a heart. I'm hoping a lot of people show up. Emma was a pretty popular kid. Ha..I'll post up if anything interesting happens. By god I hope she's fine. Although this may not be connected to what we're in. It could just be a human abductor. But what if it's not? I'm not ready to find Emma in the same condition as that other cor

Okay, not thinking about that. Sorry, that just disturbs me on a level no one wants to experience.

To turn the conversation around a bit, I'm still hunting around for that guy who got onto my account a week back. Still no leads, but I've been camped out in front of every major (I'm using that word lightly) area in the town. Nothing. I don't know who that was, or if I'll ever 'see' them again. I've decided that my search needs to take a backseat to more important matters.

Now. Here's to finding Emma alive and fine.