Monday, February 27, 2012

This is hell.

Why didn't I exit this place the second I pulled the trigger on Kevin?
Why did I come in here instead of running away when I saw my door open?
Why did I stay here longer than I should have?
Why did I come here in the first place?
Why couldn't Carol kill me when she was hunting me?
Why did I survive throwing myself off the second floor?
Why did I go into the woods that day?
Why, why, why why.

So many chances, so many chances i had to finish this. to have a normal death. Maybe not the happiest, but certainly better than this fucking hellhole. Why is he doing this to me? What have i done that the others havent? What does he want from me?

And the worst part is that no one is trying to help me. I'm now completely sure none of you people are reading this. I haven't heard from anyone in weeks. So this is is. I'm giving up. This blog is useless. I won't write anymore.

Monday, February 20, 2012


It's the 30th day since food ran out.

My head pounds, my stomach feels like its trying to kill me, my eyes are burning, walking is hell and not doing anything just reminds me of how hungry I am and how much my muscles hurt.

And yet I can still think straight, walk, move (clumsily and weakly, but move) and I havent passed out a single time since I got here. The only signal that I havent eaten in weeks being the horrible pain I feel all over my body... And the fact that I look like a walking fucking skeleton.

It's clear now that this is Slenny's work. I don't know how, but he's keeping me alive. He's not gonna let me die that easily. Not now...

And to make matters even worse, it seems like the WHOLE FUCKING WORLD just decided to forget about me. No emails, no comments, no responses. Actually, I havent seen anyone post anything since

How fucking stupid am I?

Of course Im not hearing back from anybody. He doesnt want me to. How can I even be sure people are even getting to read this? I FUCKING CANT.

But what am I supposed to do? Stop writing? I can't do that either. This blog is my last chance of contacting someone on the outside. And if this thing has a shot... as slim as it might be... I have to keep trying.

I've already posted my address. You know where I am. Please, come help me.

Thursday, February 16, 2012


According to my laptop, it's the 10th day I've been trapped here.

Food ran out yesterday.

I managed to make food last way longer than it should have by eating as little as I could without passing out, but even that way my supplies were bound to run out sometime soon. I've tried drinking water to calm my hunger, but it just makes me feel worse. How I'm still able to get up and type this escapes me. Maybe my body just got used to not getting a lot of nutrients during the last couple of days? Yeah, that sounds about right.

I should probably get some sleep. The more I rest, the less energy I'm wasting. I'll try and update you sometime soon.

PD: Can anyone please drop a comment or something? I'd feel wait better if I knew someone out there knew what's happening, and the lack of contact during the last two weeks is making me nervous...

Tuesday, February 14, 2012


My laptop say's I've already spent two days trapped in this fucking hellhole and  I feel like I'm already starting to lose my mind. Of course, I can't be sure of how many days have passed since there's no sunlight outside. Never. It's as pitch black as it was last time I wrote a post.

I've contacted the few runners who's emails I know. ErinShade and Bondi. Haven't heard back from them. Don't know if they can help me, but fuck me if it ain't worth a shot. Guys, if you read this check your mail. I seriously need your help.

For some reason running water and electricity still work, so at least I have light and something to drink. What's worrying me is the food. I don't have that many cans... maybe enough for a week? I don't know.

All I know is that I have to get the hell out of here. Quick.

Monday, February 13, 2012


How come I didn't notice?

How come I didn't notice that in the TWO DAYS I spent locked away in my room, not a single ray of sunshine came trough my window?

How come I didn't notice that not once I heard a car pass by or a bird sing?

How come I didn't notice that there was no rotting smell from the two corpses in my living room?

All exits on my house are locked. Can't open them, can't bring them down. I've already tried every single one. And to make things even better, it's pitch black outside, so I can't see anything past my front lawn. Phones aren't working, and the bodies are nowhere to be found.

I... I don't know what to do. I don't know what's going on. I'm just locked away here. I've tried everything I could think of, but I just can't get out.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck am I supposed to do now?

Sunday, February 12, 2012

He just can't let me go, can he?

I can't even kill myself.

I should have known better.

The door to my house was open when I got here yesterday. I went in expecting to catch a proxy rummaging trough my stuff.

Instead I found Him.

I raised my rifle and shot. But he wasn't there anymore.

The shot hit Kevin square in the head. He was dead before he hit the ground

I just keeled besides his body in shock. I don't know how much time I spent there, just watching his body, before I noticed Carol standing in the corner of the room, staring at me, her mask was cracked from where I had hit, her clothing covered in bloodstains.
She just stood there.
Watching me. 
Mocking me.

I hated her.
I shot her.

I'm leaving this place. I don't care where I go, I don't care what I do, I just wanna get away.

He won, I lost. That's all there is to it.

Friday, February 10, 2012


Everything is my fault. They're all dead because of me. My friends, my family, they all died because I dragged them into this.

Well, I'm done.

This is it. This is the last you'll ever hear from me. I'm finishing this right now, before I get more people killed...

You want me Slendy? You got me. You've won.

Goodbye everyone. Wish you the best of luck.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

So... stuff.

Well, I did owe you an explanation for what happened with Carol. I'd been trying to postpone this. Not exaclt pleasant memories, you know? Still, I'll take my time and try to write this as calmly as possible.


I had to rent a motel room for the night. I do it every once in a while (I can't shower in my car, you know?). I don't like motels. Don't feel safe on them, couldn't tell you why. But I digress. I got showered and took inventory of my clothing, money, ammo, all that stuff.

I then realized I had forgotten  my cell phone in the car, so I went out to get it. Of course, as soon as I stepped out of my room, I saw a really familiar mask pop around the corner.

Hey Gargoyle, remember that wonderful suggestion you gave me? About trying to talk to her? I tried. She shot at me and nearly blew my head off. So yeah. No offense, but I won't be following your advice again... ever.

I made a run for the stairs. The only weapon I had on me at the moment was my knife, and I wasn't about to fucking LUNGE at her with it (She was like 10 feet away, chances are she would've killed me before I could even try). She, of course, followed. She took a couple of shots at me, missing every time . Carol is terrible with guns, but I knew that if we got to an open area, with no hiding spots, I was done for.

I decided to try and ambush her. I turned around a corner and waited. As soon as she turned, I hit her in the face with all of my strength. She dropped the gun. I kept punching until she was on the ground. Then I started kicking. I didn't stop until I was sure she wasn't getting back up.

You already know what happened after that. I took the mask off just to discover Carol's face, covered with blood. I panicked. I picked up the gun, went to my room, grabbed my stuff and ran away.

So yeah...

Until the next time.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Can't leave yet.

I was getting ready to leave earlier today. I didn't even know why I had come here in the first place. Stuff got screwed up. So what? I couldn't do anything to help, could I? Might as well leave before I made things even worse.

But as it turns out, someone doesn't WANT me to leave. I came back home to find a note nailed to my front door. It was a picture, with Kevin on it, multiple cuts and bruises covering his face.

The fuckers know I'm here. And they've got Kevin.

I... I really don't know what to do now. I can't just leave him here. He's neck deep in shit because of me. But on the other hand, whoever's holding him hostage has the upper hand. They know I'm here, they're probably watching me. They know where I am, and I don't know a thing about them or what they're trying to do.

I guess all I can do right now is keep my guard up and wait for the moment...

Until the next time...

PD: Kinda owe you an explanation about what happened with Carol. I'm typing something up, I'll be sure to post it tomorrow.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Finally home.

I'm writing this from my car (I can pick up my house's wi-fi signal all the way from the garage, apparently). Arrived earlier today. As soon as I got here I tried calling Kevin. No answer. I was trying to convince myself that he's just ignoring me, but after what happened with Carol I was starting to fear the worst.

I left no messages. I wanna keep a low profile while I'm here. I don't know if there's any proxies around and I would rather not find out. I decided to call another friend, Steve. Him and I usually went hunting together. I told him I was back for a brief period of time, and asked him to meet me in a small restaurant in the outskirts of town, near my house.

I met him about an hour later. We chatted for a while. He asked me where I had been, what I had been doing. I, of course, lied and told him I had gone to visit some family while I sorted things out. Then I asked him if anything interesting had happened while I was gone.

Oh boy, did something interesting happen.

Apparently Carol went missing about a month ago, so did Kevin, and so did so many other people. Remember that little girl I told you about? Carol? Hell, might as well call her by her real name, Stacie. She had a brother. Alexander. The poor guy shot himself a couple of weeks after she was found dead. I didn't know him very well, but he seemed fairly nice. Also, all of the hunters that came back from the woods are dead now. All murdered in one night. No evidence, no witnesses.

After our little chat, I thanked Steve for everything. We said our goodbyes and promised to keep in touch after I left.

I wish I could keep that promise.

Now I'm just sitting here typing this out. My battery is running low. Better turn my laptop off before it dies on me. I think I might go for a walk afterwards...

Wait, no, this place is plagued with trees. I can't go outside, not in the dark...

I guess I'm stuck in my car for the night then.

Until next time.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Holy hell.

Everything just went to shit. Long story short, the proxy was CAROL. This is not right. I have to get back to my town, something is terribly wrong. I'll try to update along the way, I'm just writing this in case I'm unable to.

Wish me luck.