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.

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...

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...

Shit is going down.

There is just so many things...

Okay, I guess I should start with the most important thing: I'm not North. North is going fucking berserker somewhere in the woods right now. My name... I guess you can call me Kevin. That's how North calls me in the blog. Not my real name, but I guess he changed it for privacy sake...

Fuck, writing is a bastard. How does he do it?

Okay, I should just go straight to the facts. Yesterday after spending the afternoon at my house, North invited me over to his place for dinner. It was about 6:00PM, him and I are just hanging out at his room, when we hear glass breaking. We run downstairs to the kitchen, to find shattered glass everywhere and Norths dad bleeding in the floor. Apparently some fucking asshole criminal just decided to throw a rock at him trough the window.

North's mom was helping her husband, and I was just standing there looking like a dumbass, when I noticed North was no longer besides me. I look out the broken window, and I see North running into the woods, a rifle in hand. My only guess is he saw the douchebag that threw the rock and decided to chase after him.

After we made sure North's dad was better, his mom and I looked for North in the woods. At about 10:00PM we decided to call the police. I went back home and found he had left his laptop at my room. I started browsing trough Norths files (Just cuz I'm THAT nosy...) and found the address and password of this blog.

Today I woke up and phoned him to see if everything was okay. His mom answered. As it turns out the cops haven't been able to find him. His mom sounded hysterical. I tried to calm her down, but I don't think I did that good of a job.

I just thought I might as well write all of this down and let you guys know what happened. I'll try and post when we find North.

WARNING: POINTLESS.

I'm at a coffee shop with my friends; Kevin and Carol are sitting right in front of me, discussing pizza over hamburgers. Those two can get in an argument over anything. I'm just sitting here, headphones on, drinking cranberry juice. Carol convinced me to buy it and I actually really like it.

I don't really have anything to say, I just wanted to drop a line.
Random song:

After the storm comes calm.

The last few days have been back to normal. Three out of the four men that came back from the woods have returned home from the hospital. They still can't remember what happened in the forest, but maybe that's for the best. I'm not sure I want to hear what went down there.

The fourth one is still in a coma. The doctors have no idea when or if he'll ever wake up. I just wish the best for him.

My little sister is getting better about her friends passing. My mom had a talk with her yesterday. For fu*ks sake, she's just eight, she shouldn't have to deal with this crap...

Carol is getting less nervous about that whole "Black Box" deal. She discarded the idea someone might be after her and she seems to be back to normal. I wish I could say the same about Kevin. He keeps saying people are following him and watching him when they are clearly not. The other day I made a joke about him being paranoid and the bastard just started yelling at me. Right there, in the middle of the street. I know this is all gonna die out eventually, but if this kid keeps acting like this he's gonna drive me freaking mental... God Kevin, why are we friends in the first place?

Today me and some friends are hitting the shooting range (It isn't really a shooting range, we just arranged a bunch of targets and boxes in a field). At the beginning my parents wouldn't let me go. The range is near by the forest and they are afraid the same thing that attacked the hunters is gonna attack me. I convinced them by saying that if the police hadn't found him/her/it, it sure was miles away from here. After that they left me go, but they insisted I was back before dawn and that I never got near the forest. I can't really blame them, I'm still a little scared myself...

Well, that's it for now. I'll be back with another update soon enough. But until then...

This is bad...

Sonia is dead. A bunch of hunters found her body in the woods today. I couldn't keep the news from my sister any longer. She heard about it yesterday, and she hasn't come out of her room ever since.

I heard... I heard her body was gutted out. Like the animals. For Gods sake, who would do something like that to a little girl?

Even worse, a group of hunters got attacked today. Six men went out to the woods hopping too kill a deer, just four came back, and they didn't look to well. They were covered in bumps and bruises, three of them don't remember what happened and the fourth one is in a coma. The police have been searching during two full days, but they can't find the missing hunters.

At my school things have been tense. It has become pretty obvious these are no longer coincidences. Someone... or something... is killing these people. Someone burned down those houses and sent those packages. And we have no idea who did it.

The worse part is by far when people try to joke about it as if it still were no big deal. Yesterday a kid suggested the maybe this was all a viral marketing scheme for"Friday the 13th the,14th part" and some other as*hole said this was the work of "Slenderman".

So, yeah. That's been going on. Carol and Kevin are nervous as crap. They think because they received the black boxes whatever it is that is killing these people might go after them. I've been trying my best to calm them down. I've been trying my best to calm everybody down. I'm usually the one that stays cool when this kind of things happen. The one that at the end laughs at everybody for making such a big deal out of small problems. But now...

God. I should just get some sleep.

MORE Dead Animals???

Apparently Carol  wasn't the only one to receive a dead animal in the mail. As it turns out, many other people have gotten the black packages. My friend Kevin got a dead dog, and a guy named Shane got two dead squirrels. And those are only at my school. Apparently the packages were left all over the town!

This is just sick. I don't know who did this, but he/she must be a horrible person! I mean, FU*K! Little kids opened those packages!

I'm just glad WE didn't receive any packages. I want to keep my little sister away from this. Shes just 8 years old. I don't know what seeing gutted animals would do to her...

Kevin and I are going to visit Carol in a minute. Her parents left her skip school because of how scared she was.  I don't know if we should tell her about the other dead animals. I figure out if she's gonna get the bad news, she might as well get them from her friends...

Just Dropping by...

Hey guys!
I just wanted to let you know, I wont be posting that anecdote I told you about today. I'm going down to a friends house to play some games, maybe watch a movie. His name is Kevin. Really cool guy. Known him since we were little kids. I'll be writing about him regularly (I see him every day) as well as some other friends.

Well, I have to leave now. I'll try and get that story posted by Monday. But until then...