So, holidays came and went without me noticing...
...Seriously, I didn't notice... I completely forgot about Christmas until I read Shaun's Blog. I was way too distracted reading up on Slenderman . The bastard is even more complex than I thought. The path of black leaves, the different kinds of proxies (there's people that follow him BY WILL?), magic powers, government agencies...

So, after all I read trough, I still have two questions:
What exactly IS Slenderman? And why is he trying to kill us?

There's all sorts of theories on what he is, but I haven't found anything final yet. This is what I've read, reduced into four simple ideas:
-A freak from nature.
-A demonic entity.
-A science experiment gone wrong
-A being from other dimension
Now, I would like to discard the "Demonic Entity" theory right now. From what I've read, religious symbols and artifacts have no effect on him. Which means that even if he WAS a demon his nature wouldn't help us fight him.
I'm not sure about the science experiment either. Yes, the human race has done some horrible things, but Slenderman is far worse than any of them (If you've actually seen him, you won't try to argue).
I'm going with being from another dimension. I mean, we DO know about The Path Of Black Leaves. Now, we don't know anything about The Path itself other than... it exists (people who try to explore it usually don't come back).
This also brings up a couple of  interesting questions: When was Slenderman created and how long can he live? I mean, logic dictates that he can't live forever... of course, I'm implying that logic actually applies to Slenderman. I'm also implying that he's a living organism. Wikipedia defines organism as "any contiguous living system. All organisms are capable of response to stimuli, reproduction, growth and development, and maintenance of homoeostasis as a stable whole." 
We know Slender responds to stimuli, but we can't quiet be sure of the rest...

Why he tries to kill us...This question just confuses me on every level. At first I thought he killed because he fed on us, but in that case why would he only go after people that know about him? And why would he bother stalking and chasing someone for months, or even YEARS if he only wants them for lunch?

A popular theory is that he doesn't want people to know he exists, so he kills them. That way they won't spread the word. This... kinda makes sense? I don't see why Slendy would wanna keep hidden.... unless he's afraid of  being attacked by too many people... which would mean that he's actually scared of us in a way... but I'm jumping to conclusions now. This would also imply that the Tulpa Theory (Here) is wrong. If it were right, Slendy would want for as many people to know about Him as he could.  I don't believe in Tulpa Theory anyways. Human belief CAN'T summon something into existence, okay? There is MILLIONS of kids that STRONGLY believe Santa Claus is real, but that doesn't make him real, does it? So no. Tulpa Theory it's stupid and makes no sense. There. I said it.

Well, wasn't that a rant? I'm sorry for the ultra long post, I just had to share my conclusions. I hope this helps someone figuring out how to defeat this thing. For now I have to catch some sleep.

Until the next time.

P.S. Sorry for the grammar. I'm tired. Haven't slept in days and my head is killing me. I'm actually glad we didn't met up Erin. If we had, I would've been in a pissy mood 24/7.

P.S.S. In case anyone wants to e-mail me: cthulu23@gmail.com

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.