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...

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:

A while offline...

College  has been a pain. I'm sorry I haven't posted in the last couple of days. Kevin is still a little paranoid, but getting better. Carol and I just keep making fun of him. My little sis is back to normal. I'll talk to you when there is something interesting to say...

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...