The Woods.

Hey guys, this is Kevin here.
So North won't update the blog (because he's a lazy bum) and he doesn't want to tell me what happened. Luckily he's kind of a dumbshit, so he forgot to change the blog's password after I hacked in last time. I decided to check out what he had written and I found THIS post already drafted and ready to go. I've read over it a couple of times and I'm pretty convinced North has gone insane, but still, I decided to post this just to royally piss him off and to make you guys see just how backshit crazy this guy is.

Okay, I've been thinking over it during hours, trying to get my mind straight, but I just can't. I'm trying to convince myself I imagined it all, but the more I think about it...

Ugh, I don't know why I'm even writing this down. It can't be true. It just can't...

I left the house chasing for whoever attacked my dad. I don't know what I was actually thinking while doing it. I wouldn't have been able to shoot him, I know that. I'm not that cold blooded.
I ran after him for... a very long time... looking back, it feels like I ran for hours before I lost him, but it could have been just minutes. A weird mist had set in about halfway through the race and it kept me from seeing the sun and whatever that was 5 feet ahead from me.

After a while I realized I had lost him. I couldn't see him, I couldn't hear him, and I had no trace to follow. I was about to turn back and head home when I realized... I didn't know where I had come from.

I didn't know how to get back home!

I started to panic. How long before dawn? How long had I been away from home? Were my parents looking for me? What was I thinking by chasing after some strange person into the woods?

For a while I just stood there, looking dumb, trying to orientate myself.

That's when I noticed something. People. All around me. In the mist, where I could barely see their shadows. For a second there I was actually relieved. Maybe they could help me get back home, I tried calling out to them, but they wouldn't come anywhere near me, they just moved around me for no apparent reason, just in the edge of my vision.
They were surrounding me.
Crap.

I didn't care where my home was anymore. I just ran as fast as I could. I looked back every once in a while to see if the people were still after me, and sure enough, they were. Now I could see them: About seven people, men and women, all wearing black hoodies, black pants and masks. Most of them seemed to have some kind of knife or blunt object. And they were catching up to me.

This... is were my memory starts screwing up. I don't remember what happened immediately afterwards, but this is what I do remember:

I lost the guys in the hoodies. I don't know how or when, but I did. I was starting to slow down when I saw something right in front of me that made me crap my pants. It was a dark figure that rose a good two meters above me. It was skinny and his head was white like paper, but that wasn't the most horrifying part.

It had no face.

The bastard was looking down at me, with no face.

At the beginning my mind couldn't wrap around what I was seeing. Everything about it was so wrong. Not even just it, but the air, the ground. It felt like I had gone to an alternate dimension all from the sudden...
That's when it hit me.
Slenderman.

If that... THING... wasn't the Slenderman, it was the closest you can get to it. I don't really know a lot about Slenderman (He was a monster from some forum and he had a couple of cool vlog series). As soon as I realized what it was, I knew I had to get away. I tried to move, but it felt like my feet were glued to the ground. I was about to raise my rifle and try to shoot him...

And that's where it ends. The very next thing I remember is waking up in a ditch somewhere in the middle of the woods. The doctors said I had fallen and hit my head, which knocked me unconscious. I though I had imagined it all, but it felt so real! How can I know that wasn't what actually happened?

God, please I need help.

I have to get some sleep.