Goodbye, Ray.

Daren and Tanya (Part 2)

This post was written on Friday, June 10th, 2011 at 4:56 AM. It is preset to be published on Monday, June 27th, 2011 at 3:12 AM.


Okay. I staggered this post a bit because I'm hoping by now Ray has been able to get up and put a post up about what happened. Or I somehow miraculously did. Something along those lines. If neither of us have...well...I don't know. Maybe one of us got up something, hopefully?


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So I had woken up with dried blood covering most of my face, (from me profusely bleeding, I assumed).


I, uh. I was...um. I don't know what I was. You know how I was when Ray first found me? That was...like...the first time it ever happened, I guess. It was coming on slowly, though. I was still...mostly in control of myself. Ugh.


I...can't seem to handle the guilt. So I mentally begin to shut down. I guess. I don't know...I don't know how to really describe it. I guess...I guess it's because...well. I...to think I did this. I did this. I just..I don't know. How am I supposed to explain it?


Maybe I'm really crazy. Well, no. Uh. I am crazy. But only so


I can't explain this. I physically and mentally do not know how to explain this.


Okay. So...whatever happens, it started. Slowly. I didn't notice anything happen at first. It had started off slow. It didn't bother me at all. It took a while for it to get as bad as it happens now.


I...wasn't sure what I should do. So I just...I walked. I would walk for two to three days at a time before the urge to pass out started overwhelming me. Whenever I woke up I would be in a worse state then when I fell asleep. It...agh. It's torture.


I was being tortured. By Him. Everywhere I looked, He was there. I was confused. I wanted to be left alone. I still do. It...agh.


I really don't know what was going on. The pain...


Daren. I would see Daren. He was different. His eyes looked soulless. I had no idea what he was doing. Every time I ran into him it ended the same; he would attack me and I would pass out, waking up who knows when.


I wanted to die. My life was a living hell. It still is...except.


This is when I ran into Ray. It was an accident. There was an empty house, and I took refuge in it for a night. Ray saw me leave once or twice. I didn't know he was a student that was on Spring Break. I didn't know I'd drag him into this. Hell, I couldn't think straight. I just tried to play along as best as I could. Then I got pulled into his school.


I had no idea what I was doing there. There were...so many people around me. I..just followed Ray around, pretending we somehow got the same classes. I was never on the rollcall, I would just try to pass it off as a technical error. As best as I could. I tried to keep up the image...


Then those kids disappeared. Ray's school was shut down. I was planning to take off before he dragged me into the woods. God the woods.


I've never seen that mist before. At least, not when it was relating to Him. I don't know why it happened. I...don't get it. At all. I had also never seen Him be related to fire before that one incident. It hasn't happened since.


I don't really need to explain anything else. Everything that's happened is already on here. I...


I feel like I'm putting on a show for someone sick and twisted. Are you all entertained by this?


...I just don't get it.


Ray, once you read this, I'll be gone. Maybe if I leave everything going on with you will stop.

Daren and Tanya (Part 1)

This post was written on Friday, June 10th, 2011 at 1:28 AM. It is preset to be published on Tuesday, June 14th, 2011 at 8:32 PM.


Right now I...uhh, hopefully found Ray. I'm probably not going to be in a good condition, though. I...I should be fine. I don't matter, though. As long as I got Ray out of this mess I pulled him into. At least...for now. I owe him this much.


God knows I'm sorry.


I need to post this up while I can still...think. This doesn't make sense to you all. It probably hasn't. I'm hoping after this it will.

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Okay. So, um. Oh, jeez...


I met Daren, almost a year and a half ago now? That sounds right. It wasn't too long ago. He wasn't the way he is now. I...I wasn't the way I am now.


Daren and Tanya found me asleep in the streets of a town in Arkansas. They took me to Daren's house. I was...oh god. I was 15 then? Daren was 16 and Tanya was 17.


When I woke up they were both staring at me. It was odd. Daren had this hardened expression, waiting to see how I'd react. I could pretty much feel him staring at me before I opened my eyes.


Tanya, on the other hand...


Tanya radiated comfort. All the fear I had, the urge to run as soon as my eyes opened, was gone. I...I can't explain it. It just disappeared. Daren noticed me staring at her, and the hostility in his glare increased by a tenfold.


They asked what I was doing. I didn't know how to respond. Daren tried to force the information out of me. Tanya got him to stop, and they left me alone for a bit. I was told I was allowed to stay and rest, but to not try anything fishy.


I had noticed that anywhere I was cut had bandages covering them. I was confused, but Tanya had explained that she noticed I was bleeding. She had put them on before I had woken up. She figured that it was better to put them on while I was passed out, that way I wouldn't shout in pain. Apparently a lot of the cuts were infected. I didn't care too much then.


Daren spent time talking to me, his default glare had started to soften. He noticed that I seemed to not be...very, well. I didn't have civil habits. He just figured I was some bum kid. That didn't really stop him from treating me normally though. God knows how grateful I was for that.


He talked about Tanya a lot. It turned out they had given each other promise rings a year ago and were waiting for the day they both turned 18. They were best friends growing up and eventually fell in love each other. I found it rather amusing that Daren was a romantic. He didn't seem the type.


I spent about half a month before telling them anything. Tanya had pushed this time. I had decided it would be okay to tell them. I begged them not to think I was crazy.


I told them everything.


I told him about this Slenderman. I didn't know His name at the time, but I tried explaining it as best as I could. How I've been on the run for....I don't even know how long. Days, weeks, even months blurred together as one very long Hell.


Tanya believed me. At least, she pretended to. Daren, on the other hand...he didn't believe me. He didn't say it, but from the look on his face I could tell. He thought I was crazy. Well, I AM crazy. But...I was less crazy then. Ugh.


So...I was allowed to stay. I eventually started helping Daren out with the work his parents had him do. I didn't really understand the schoolwork other then writing. I helped Tanya when she asked for it. I was actually happy. I felt like I belonged somewhere. I had friends.


Of course, that had to change.


One day Daren and Tanya brought up what I had mentioned to them earlier. Him. They said they had strange dreams that involved what I described. I was actually pretty scared then. The night before I had dreamed that one of them had encountered Him. It wasn't made clear who, in fact it was just a shadow of a figure. However...


I knew it had to be one of them. It was a gut feeling. A very strong gut feeling. I didn't mention it to either one of them, and they asked to go looking around outside, and that I'd come with them. I agreed. I had to. I didn't know what else to do.


God knows how much I wished I could have stopped them....How much I wish I could turn back time and stop us from going out. It would have saved Tanya. It would have saved Daren. It would have even saved Ray. I'd never have met him.


Tanya, Daren, and I split up outside the nature trail we were at. I mentioned that most of my encounters were in areas with trees. They thought it would be a good idea to start there.


Oh god. Oh god. Oh god...


I smelled smoke. Trying to figure out where it was coming from, I was shouting at Daren and Tanya. I could hear Daren shouting.


What made me even more nervous was the fact I couldn't hear Tanya.


It was then I heard a scream. A mutilated scream. I ran to where it had come from, and I couldn't comprehend what was going on.


He was there. So was Tanya. So was the fire. I don't know how he did it, but the flames were kept at a certain distance, it was burning in what looked like a perfect circle. That didn't strike me as odd though, at least...not at the moment.


Tanya's blood was all over the place. Her blood-matted hair was over her dull eyes. She looked like she didn't even recognize I was there. He hadn't noticed me yet, either. I panicked. I shouted for Daren. I shouted at myself to wake up.


Don't ever, ever shout when you're in proximity with Him and he hasn't noticed you. He turned his attention to me. It was...just...


He turned his attention back to Tanya. There were...tentacles. I heard a crunch, and saw Tanya's splintered bone being pulled off of her. He was tearing her arm off. She...she didn't even scream. She...wasn't unconscious, but she was so close to being gone. I was about to be sick.


This is when Daren ran in. He froze as soon as he saw what happened. He didn't see that Tanya was now missing an arm, and ran over to her and Him. He tried to pry Him off of her, only to be sent flying back as soon as he got close.


He disappeared. I don't know how, but He disappeared. Tanya's body fell to the floor, and Daren ran over to her. He was crying. He spent almost six hours bent over her corpse. I just stood there the whole time. I walked up to him to try and comfort him, and I saw the total damage.


She was burned. Horribly burned. Her flesh wherever He touched her was burned even worse. It looked like half of her face had melted into her skull. Her hair was had blood crusted in it. It seemed wherever she wasn't burned she had blood covering her. The shoulder to the arm that got ripped off was already decomposing. I don't know how it was happening that fast.


Tanya's promise ring was her other arm, and Daren gently slid it off. He put it on over his own, and stood up.


It seemed his whole physical appearance had changed. The way he carried himself. He didn't have the flicker of innocence and affection that would penetrate his glare at times. It was like a puppy had transformed into a wolf. It was...he...he spoke for the first time. Five words. "This is your fucking fault."


He was right. It was. I was guilty. For everything. I started crying. He went hysterical. He snarled at me, telling me how I didn't have the right to cry. I didn't know Tanya. I didn't know him. He said he should kill me right then and there. He punched me in the face. I was knocked backwards. He kicked me in the stomach, and I shouted. He kept smashing my head into the ground, and I could feel myself losing consciousness.


Then he stopped. I was on the verge of passing out. He picked me up by my shirt and snarled into my ear. "You don't deserve to die. Not yet. Not until you go through what I'm fucking going through right now."


One sentence. That one sentence was the last thing I heard before he dropped me. I passed out, (at least, I'm assuming I passed out), before I hit the ground.


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I need to take a break. I'll submit this to go at the time it's set to, but I need to clear my head. I can't think straight.


But this needs to be told.

...

I, ah, said that part of the tape was screwed up. That...that's not true. I lied. I didn't want to put it up...


Agh. Um...okay. This...this is really personal. I didn't want anyone to know this. I...was horrified that Ray was told...


Oh god, Ray. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.


D: Yeah, as if I'll answer your questions. Nice try, apeshit. Now...you should know your friend's history. Especially with me. It's his damn fault. His fault for everything.

R: What do you mean 'his fault'. What did Lucian do?

D: It's his goddamn fault for everything. EVERYTHING.

R: You keep saying th

D: Shut the fuck up.

R: ...uhh

D: He...he killed Tanya...

R: ...wha?

D: Tanya was my world. She was everything to me...Then that bastard killed her.

R: Look, Daren. Calm down.

D: SHUT UP. (there's a loud thud.)

D: Tanya was everything to me. Do you know what it's like to suddenly feel like a part of you got ripped out, taken away forever?

R: ...no?

D: It's the worst goddamn feeling in the world. There's nothing there. You suddenly feel like you're empty inside.

R: Y...you're...calm down. You're getting hysterical.

D: FUCKING SHUT UP. (there's heavy breathing, and then about 30 seconds of silence.)

D: ...so I'm doing what I have to do. I'm making sure she can rest in peace.

R: W...what?

D: For every person I kill...she's closer to being at peace...

R: A...and this is why you want Lucian?

D: Of course. It only makes sense. But he can't die. Not yet. He has to be tortured. Like I was. Only when he's gone through the madness I'll kill him.

D: I got to thank you though, apeshit. I didn't think he talked with anyone. Every time I ran into him he would mutter about how he can't get close to anyone.

R: God damn...that's what he...that's what he meant.

D: So this is a test. If he actually cares about your life, he'll come after you. If not...well, you better hope you lived a good life. You know, before he came into it.


I...I didn't...his memory of it...it's warped.


Daren, i....if there's any chance....

No, forget it. I don't...I don't know you anymore.


Ray, I'm coming after you. As soon as this goes up, I'm finding you.

The "Sign" Was Found

I still have no idea where Ray is. But...I know he's alive. It's a gut feeling. I think I know what happened to him...

“Keep your eye out for a sign.”

...The first thing that came across my mind was “What the hell is this supposed to mean?”

So I went out again looking for anything that would help. (Which...wasn't a good idea to go out alone. I don't know the area. I got lost for most of last night.)

Well, um. I found something. Something...it was one of those voice recorder things. I don't know technical terms, but. The thing was taped onto the back of a stop sign with the letter “L” spray painted onto the back. “Keep your eye out for a sign.” I figured this was what Ray...er, the person on his account was talking about.

It took me a while, but I finally got the thing to play. And, um. It was....it wasn't good. At least, it didn't sound good...

Looking back at more of Ray's posts, I'm assuming this was his. But, uh...I'll let you read what I transcribed.

?: Brat. Wake up. (There's about a thirty second pause before) DON'T TEST ME. WAKE THE FUCK UP. (The sound of something be hit can be heard, followed by a scream.)

Ray: W-what...

?: Shut up and listen.

R: wha...you. You're....what's what's going on? (there's another thud, and Ray shouts again.)

?: You don't listen well. I said shut the fuck up, apeshit. We're making a little recording for that friend of yours.

R: How do you know Lucian?..

?: So many questions...so many questions...(another thud is heard.)

R: St..(he can be heard gasping for air.) stop kic...kicking me.

?: Shut up. It's just one command. You have issues listening. I will gag you if you won't stop your jabbering.

R: ..alright.

?: Now. How much of Lucey's past do you know?

R: ..Lucian?

?: The one and only.

R: Well..not much. He's stalked by this...Slenderman thing and he suffers...bouts of...insanity?

?: Heh. That's all he's said? (there's about a two minute pause)

R: ...well. Yeah.

?: And he just found out that there are other people being stalked by this guy?

R: ...why do you want to know?

?: Shut up. (another thud, I'm assuming it was a kick again.) If you don't answer my questions, I can use the bone in your arm to impale you.

R: ..sorry. Yeah. He foun...wait. Was the person I saw that night you?

?: You complicated things, asshat. I wasn't expecting anyone else to show up.... (another thud.)

?: Yeah, as if I'll answer your questions. Nice try, apeshit. Now...you should know your friend's history. Especially with me. It's his damn fault. His fault for everything.

(the audio on the tape is messed up for the next twenty minutes. When it comes back the other person is speaking again.)

?: Now, isn't that just great to hear? That fuckface destroys everything he comes in contact with. It's his fault I've been running for the past year. It's his. Damn. Fault.

R: ...Daren..why do you need me?

Daren: Because. You're close to that piece of shit. It will torment him. Either he saves you and goes into another crazy fit, or you die and he stays sane, knowing what happened. It's his decision. (the recorder is presumably picked up, because the next line is much louder.)

D: Lucey, I hope you're hearing this. You've heard what I said. Either you come find me and rescue your little pal, or he dies. Your decision. I'll keep him alive for a week, but he won't be comfortable. (another thud, and Ray howls in pain again.)

D: Tick tock. Time is running out. (Ray starts coughing.)

(the audio ends.)

...I don't know how he found me. I, uh, thought I had covered up my tracks. I would have guessed it was this damn blog, but Daren...he didn't know.

Ray...I'm sorry. For...everything that's happened.

Daren...I know you'll be reading this. If I ha...had known that this would happen to you...I wouldn't have ever...talked to you.

Please let Ray go. It's not his fault this happened to you...

Please stop...

Shit. Ray didn't come home last night.


I was rereading his last post, and I think I know who that was. God knows how I hope I'm wrong...


If I'm right, this isn't good. I knew it was a bad idea to get someone else involved.


I'm going out to look for him.

I'm not quite sure what Ray's talking about. I've been connected to his 'net for the past week reading and watching everything I can get my hands on. He's been acting odd ever since Monday afternoon. I think he's just looking for an excuse to get out of his room.


He hasn't told me anything...


I guess I deserve it.

Research

Um. Hey guys.

Ray's been trying to figure out who got into his account on Friday. For some reason, it's really bugging him.

According to him, he had left the library at about 6:40, and he was pretty sure he logged out of his account. Soooo....that means that whomever got into the account managed to put that up almost immediately after he got up to leave.

He hasn't been telling me much about what's going on with that. He's been camped out on a library computer for the past two days, waiting to see if he can notice anyone suspicious.

Me, on the other hand? I'm researching this creep. Um. Slenderman. Him. Whatever you call him. I never had associated a name with him until now. A name makes him..(is it supposed to be Him?) seem more human. Which he's not. But, you know. Whatever.

I've been going through my half of the list of material related to this guy. It's horrifying to see that some people didn't make it out of this alive. It's also reassuring to see that some people are. (Zeke Strahm's a badass. I couldn't imagine being able to pull off what he did.) But...I don't know. How many of these stories are real? How many of these are just stories, people wanting to get attention? (And how many of those resulted in them actually being stalked by Him?)

I don't know how Ray's parents haven't noticed the fact that there's another person living up in his room. But...what's the saying? Don't count your blessings? I don't know. All I know is I'm glad he can put up with me. As long as I can be coherent, I need to be able to help. When that...ringing starts up in my head again I can't focus on anything.

It is torture not being able to hold onto a thought for more than five seconds. He knows that. He enjoys seeing me suffer. This is all a fucking game to him.

Okay, cutting myself off before I go into a rant. I've given up on hoping you readers would delete this site from your history. I've also figured that if you're reading this, you already know about Him. So...I'm not responsible for any repercussions. Sorry, but I don't need the extra weight on my shoulders. I wish you the best of luck if this happens to you as well. But....don't blame me.

Okay, internet. I need to get back to finishing this list. I don't know if you want the notes put up here...I'm sure anything I'm going through you all have already read.

What I Know

Ray told me to type everything out. Yes, I’m speaking coherently. Don’t look so surprised. That...behavior isn’t always around.

This man that’s been following me around…I don’t know what it is. I know what it’s not, though, and that’s human. No Homo freaking sapien. No, there’s no way it’s that.

I've said this before, I'll say it now. You don’t want to get mixed in with this. There are some things that should never be experienced.

Ray’s been yelling at me to spit it out. He doesn’t know any of this either, he wants me to publish it all at once so I can’t suddenly deny it ever happening. Which I can’t really do right now, can I? He flat out told you all everything that happened that night. I was a witness to everything there. The initial victim, but a witness nonetheless.

I…don’t know how long this thing has existed. All I can say is how long it’s been chasing me. Five long, painful years. I…I’m not ready to tell everything. Not yet. I can say what I know it’s capable of, though, though it’s probably not a good trade. Sorry, Ray. I know how you’ve been wanting answers for the past month. Please be patient with me, you don’t understand.

I don’t know how long I’ll be able to think this clearly, though, and I don’t want to be thinking of that. If there’s anyone else out there, I’m sure they understand. Oh god. This sounds really cynical, but please let there be someone else out there experiencing this. I don’t want to be alone.

Okay. Okay. Back to the point.

So. This guy. This…faceless tall man in a suit. I have no idea what to call it, I’ve just been referring to “it”, “that thing”, occasionally “him”. Whatever it is, it isn’t supposed to coexist with us. I can guarantee you that. The fact that I got knocked into a 5 day coma says that. The fact it made Ray go flying backwards with no physical movement also says this.

So where did it come from? I don’t know, and besides Ray, I’ve never had anyone else who could see it. Not that I make much human contact…in case I accidentally drag someone in. My bouts of insanity help drive off people. I don’t get why I didn’t scare him away.

God damn it. Sorry, I’ll try to wrap this up.

It has tentacles. Like…an octopus. Those things hurt like a bitch as well; I’ve experienced the feeling of them once and I hope I never have to again.

It also seems to have psychokinetic powers of some kind. At least, that’s what I’m guessing. Most people can’t make people go flying backwards without moving a muscle. It can’t take control of me the way it did without them.

So if this thing has any psycho kinetic powers. It must be an intelligent creature, right? Or at least have a brain capacity big enough to be one. So it knows what it’s doing.

There’s one thing that gets me though; why mist? Almost every time I’ve had a run in with this thing I’ve experienced mist. Sometimes a larger amount of it. I’ve tried to figure out why that happens, but I’ve had no luck.

Oh yeah, Ray. In case you haven’t managed to put this together? That thing. That’s what’s been taking those kids. The four from your school and the two sex pigs. The body we…you found? Yeah, that’s what it does. I don’t know why. It just leaves corpses like that. I’m thinking it’s some sort of ritual practice or a way to get energy.

So that bugs me. There are six people missing. One body has been discovered. Zero have been publicly announced. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen this happen. Can the police not find the corpses? The only way I know if a body pops up is if I go and look for it. Unfortunately, sometimes I get like the way I did during our last expedition. The thing using me to lure you to the clearing. Yeah, that doesn’t help either one of us..

I don’t know a lot. I can’t spend too much time trying to think about this guy either; the more I concentrate on something, the louder the ringing is. The louder the ringing is, the crazier I act and the harder it is for me to finish a thought. Let alone type it out.

Oh god. The noise…I don’t know how it started. But it gets worse every time I have a run in with that thing.

I need to go sleep.

I’m sorry for dragging you into this, Ray.

I'm sorry for everything.

stopst opstop. mak eit stop. cannot thin k. tool oud. toolo ud.

Imsorray.

dangerdanger

Welcome back, creeps. It seems my attempts to get rid of you have not workeed. Oh well...I'm sure I'll eventuually succed.

Oh, what's that? You're wondering why my typing is more intelligible? heheheh. Well, Ray's forcing me to learn how to type this thing. I have to to learn if I have to deal with him.

Ray's been telling you about whats happening here.he shouldn't be telling these things. IT's bad. Bad bad bad. if youwant to remain emain happy you should leave this alone. Go away away away. I'm trying to save your life. I seem to be bad luuck. . Why? Why? I try to be goodd. Everything around me falls apart. whywhywhy

I'm slipping up.Sorry. I'm not going to retype this thing out for you creeps, though. It isnt worth my time. Um, I mean isn't. There, I corrected. leave mea lone now. alone. fucking go. go.         go.

Wellwell, creeps, Ray’s telling me to wrap up the damn post sow e can “go out and try to look for clues”. We should probably be looking for some blue paw prints, right? No? I will. (what's that showsname again?)

gallop away. galloping away. HAHAHA

SHIF T SHIFTSHIFT

 fuck fuck i'm back. oh, ray's telling me to hit this shiFt key. Oooh, it makes a capital Letter. HAHAHA shift.

Ray is telling me hes going to teach me how to use this box. See that? Capital letters. I already learned more today then I did at school. School, fuck fuck fuck school. Its just a cage for people. You can cant just keep people there like that. It's not not right. Not at all.


Thhis place is so boring so boring boring. Maybe ill move somewhere else. Hahaha. Justrun away in the middle of the night and leave ray wondering where I went. That would be fun. hahaha. so fun. creeps creeps why are you still reading me. did you exit out of this? you dont want to be reading this. the more attention i get the more baad things happen. you are only meant to give me entertainment. i dont do anything for you. goawaycomeagainanotherday.

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Okay, this is Ray taking the laptop from Lucian. Again, I apologize about his grammar...and lack of computer abilities, but he's slowly learning. I think I have some typing software lying around somewhere in my basement I can install. It should help him. I'm hoping his next post shows major improvement.

dontreadme

you know what i hate. the internet. everyone out there is a creep who just reads and watches things because they can. for their amusement. you know i also hate bats. theyre a rat and a bird. just make up your fucking mind. i think whoever created this world accidentally made a smear and turned them them into that fucking thing. really? someone should go and cut off all their wings. heheh chop chop chop cut them right off. too bad they dont survive. dead rats.



why did ray insist i do this. i was fine with writing. at least with that you can scrib ble on the pages and shit. i can't do fucks worth on anything with this thing it seems. heheheh i guess i could try to but only when ray isnt here.


i dont wan.t to to do this i dont want people watching me. i dont want to watch please ple stop. im not going to ask again.


stop reading. stopp readinng.