It's all okay.

Hello everyone. It's North here again. I just wanted to drop by with an update.

Things haven't been easy lately. A runners life ain't no game. Sleeping is hard, partially because of Slendy and partially because I sleep in my car (motels are ******* EXPENSIVE), I eat mostly fast food (can't afford expensive meals now) and I think I see hooded douchebags and tall suits every time I turn a corner.

Kevin and Carol have been keeping in touch. Kevin mostly. Carol was never good with computers... she doesn't really know how to type. I offered to teach her so many times, but she kept refusing it. "I'm gonna be a doctor, God damn it. I don't need computers, I need a scalpel".

I digress.

 I've responded a couple times, but just to let them know I'm still alive and on the run. It's not like I could tell them where I am or what I'm doing. The less the know, the best for them.

Apparently, attacks in the woods are still on-going. Two more people have been killed. The police has declared the forest to be "out of bounds" and is sending anyone who goes in to jail for two days. Not radical enough if you ask me. Specially now that I know what actually lurks between the trees...

This makes me wonder; If Slenderman is still attacking my town, does that mean he's no longer hunting for me? I mean, I haven't seen him in a while, so maybe that means he never actually wanted ME. Maybe he's looking for someone else. That would make sense. I don't get why he would want me on the first place...

I have to cut it here. People are starting to look at me funny....

Until the next time...

On the road

So, it finally happened.

I knew this was coming since that day in the woods. I tried to convince myself it was all on my head, but in the bottom of my heart, I knew it was true...

And now they're all dead.

...Weird enough, it doesn't hurt anymore.

Kevin, Carol, I want for you to know I'm okay. I'm going away, and I'm probably not coming back.

I changed the password again Kevin, you won't be able to post anymore. And I would rather thank you if you stopped following my blog. Believe me when I tell you, this is for your own good.

I couldn't save them, but at least I was able to save myself, and I'm gonna make that count.

I know how it ends. No one has ever survived Him. They all fall. Sooner or latter, they all die. But send me to hell if I'm gonna make it easy on Him. If that fucking abomination wants me, He's gonna have to come and get me.

I don't really know where I'm going right now. I guess it doesn't matter. I have money, food, guns and enough gas to drive across the country. I'll be okay for now. 

I'll have to make a route. If I'm gonna be on the run for the rest of my life, I might as well try to have fun  with it (yay?). I want to see some places, meet some people... I promise I will try to keep you updated.

But until then... 

He's gone.

North is gone.
No, he's not dead... he's GONE.
He was no longer in the hospital this morning. I don't have a fucking clue where he went. Nobody has.

The police searched his house. His car was nowhere to be seen, and most of his clothes, pictures and guns weren't there. The cops say that if he just decided to take off there is nothing they can do about it.

North, please. Carol and I are very worried for you. Give us a call, email us, tell us where you are, at least tell us you're okay.

God damn it kid, don't do this to us...

Still nothing.

North is slightly better. He at least eats and drinks now. He still won't talk. We haven't brought up his family yet. We fear he might fall into shock again. Carol has been talking to him all day, as in trying to calm him down and make him speak. He just won't budge. I have to give that to the kid, he's persistent...

I've read a bunch of these so called "slenderblog" and all of them agree on one thing: If this shit is real, North has to run... which means he's fucked. North can't do shit as he is right now, forget about driving away trying to outrun an internet meme! Is there no other solution? Like... some shield shit we can use on North?

Look at me. Now I'm talking like I fully believe in this shit. Like a tall man is gonna come and attack North in his sleep...

Fuck. The cops wanna talk to North. They're asking us to leave.
Carol is trying to talk to them.
Okay, they pretty much threw us off the room. Carol is telling me to shut down the fucking laptop. Jesus woman, I will, leave me alone.

Oh God.

We need help. We need a lot of fucking help.
North's family is dead, and North is not well either. The police found him just outside of his house, covered in bumps, bruises and burns. His family... what was left of them was inside. They were all dead... his mother, his father... oh, God save us, his little sister. She was just a little girl, barely eight. And now she's gone...

I have to put it together. North is in shock, or at least I think he is. He won't move, won't talk and won't react to anything. He just stares straight ahead, occasionally muttering some words that we can't understand. The police can't get him to talk about what happened at the house. Whenever someone mentions his family he puts his head between his knees and starts screaming at the top of his lungs....

God damn it North, what happened to you?

After a whole day of trying, I finally got him to tell me the blog's password. Why would I do that? Because I fucking need help.

I don't know what happened to North's family, but whatever it was... It couldn't have been done by a man. At least not just one man. And now I'm wondering if North wasn't crazy after all. If he did see Slenderman in the woods.  And if he did, what is he supposed to do now? What am I supposed to do now? Because sure as hell, North can't do shit as he is right now.

God, if someone has any idea of what I can do, please comment. We need help.

Well, might as well go with it.

I'm following a bunch of slenderblogs now. I'd like to read up on this thing.