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.

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.

I... think I'm okay?

Hey guys. This is North here. I just wanted to drop a line and tell you I'm alright.

I think Kevin did a good job summing up what happened (and he was right, I AM pissed at him for browsing trough my files), my dad got attacked by some hoodie-wearing douchebag. I saw him running into the woods and chased after him.

I'm... not quiet sure about WHAT happened in the woods.... I mean, I THINK I remember, but it CAN'T be what I think it is...

I need time to think things trough. I'll be back with an update as soon as I can get my mind straightened out (with any luck, tomorrow). Until then...

We found him.

North is okay. He has a couple of bumps and bruises, but nothing major. The police found him laying on the woods. Apparently he fell and hit his head, which knocked him unconscious. I'm about to go check on him at the hospital.

Man, he's gonna be piiiiiissed when he finds out I wrote here...