Sunday, April 28, 2013

Why Didn't I Think of This!

   Jack here, I feel like removing Mr. Carter's Dead Man's Post. Just because there is still a chance.  And Ms. Med, I will not send that guy your way until I have exhausted every available option. I don't think Mr. Carter realized the fact that I wouldn't let him die so easily...
   I have a new plan, here's the outline:
  1. Get a hard copy of the blog in it current state. Includes every comment and post.
  2. Ask for help from a certain person that Mr. Carter is trying to protect.
  3. Bring her back with me.
  4. Show Mr. Carter the blog posts/comments that were made after his death.
  5. Have her help me in convincing Mr. Carter.
  6. Bring Mr. Carter back onto the Pathways.
  7. Lead him home.
  8. Watch as I create a major paradox.
  9. Hope for the best.
   Is this a sound plan to any of you? Because it sure isn't to me.--Jack

Death Comes for Us All Eventually...

     Well, I've put it off long enough. Here's my Dead Man's Post! Yep, that's right, I'm dead! That feels so weird to type. After the events of April 11th, I decided now was the time. I guess if this post isn't up in time then Jack will say a few 'smart' comments. Sometimes he actually can be worth his weight. Or whatever you call it for an entity that doesn't follow the laws of time, space, and others that we haven't invented yet. (or so he tells me) But anyways, let's get back on topic! I'm dead, so Med (if you are still alive at the time this post appears) you will receive my research in about a month. You'll receive it from a man wearing a forest green coat with a red hat on his head. He's trustworthy, Alan had recommended him. He'll find you pretty easily with Jack's unconditional support. I hope the deal that he agreed to will be followed to the letter. I guess that's it, what else is there to say? Other than, sorry...sorry that I'm dead. That I didn't have an impact. That I only helped spread the word around about that thing, which in turn helped it. I'm sorry that I didn't run fast enough, or fight hard enough. I'm sorry...for everything. I wish I could apologize to her...these last few months haven't been easy for me. I think she suffered some because of that. Because of my mood, my reactions, my actions, what I've said, and what I never said. I'm sorry everyone. I'm so sorry...

Goodbye Everyone, Keep Up the Good Fight;

Friday, April 26, 2013


   I am back. According to this computer's date, I have been gone for only one day. Which makes sense, because I would have had to help an almost-dead person through the Pathways. That would have increased the interval to about 2-4 days. It obviously didn't happen.
   As you can tell, I was unable to rescue Mr. Carter. I got to the correct time and place, but something wouldn't allow him to live. I need a new plan. Any ideas?
   Like I said to Ms. Med, I did an autopsy on the body. (I later did another on the body I recovered from my botched attempt-for-a-rescue)  The results:
  • He died in a time period of mere minutes to an hour after his last post. The one where he cut off abruptly. He was not able to finish that post, or post comments after it. He just vanished momentarily.
  • Attached to his brain (of both bodies) was an odd black, tar-like substance. It tried melding/merging with me after I touched it. It was also similar to a cancerous tumor. It has also disappeared.
  • He had been severely beaten, many broken ribs, a broken leg, dislocated shoulder.
  • He had lost a lot of blood.
  • There were no puncture wounds. (i.e.- knife, or similar tool)
  • He definitely had not been shot by a gun.
  • And the Mr. Carter that I had 'pulled' out from danger died within 5 minutes of entering the Pathway. Reason: currently unknown.
    Lastly, it appears that he had gone back to the meeting site that the Council had used. He recovered a lot of papers and a completely useless revolver. That will be all for now, I will keep you posted on what all happens.--Jack

Edit: Added a little bit of clarification to the autopsy section.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

He's Dead

  Jack here. This is bad, very, very bad. Mr. Carter is...well, dead. He's dead. I can't really understand, because that means that the Treaty has been broken. Oh, you don't know about the Treaty. I'll explain.
  Back in the ancient Egyptian 'prime,' there was a Pharaoh who had heard of a 'blight' that was plaguing neighboring lands.  In response, he formed a group of his most trusted. They were to collect as much info as possible about the "blight's" leader. We all know who he is. The Pale One. This group was unable to find much information. The Pale One eventually took the Pharaoh's reign by masquerading as a god. In his new position, he demanded many sacrifices. (Which has been depicted in some hieroglyphs) The group knew of this trickery and called to their gods for help. Guess who responded. My grandfather did, and he brought me with him. He gave the job to me: protect this group, and help them expand. I was overjoyed. I called them the Network. I was able to easily protect them from the Pale One due to a Treaty which had been formed between my grandfather, and him. That treaty, naturally, covered me and the Network.
  I formed 'cells' or 'councils' of the Network all across the Earth. The head council-man (or woman) would be in contact with me. But, they also are a part of 'the Binding Oath.' (in other words, they can't speak a word of me to anyone) I gained interest in Mr. Carter at Alan's request. That's when I (from your limited perspectives) joined the picture, and hacked this blog.
  Mr. Carter is was, technically, the new head council-man in this area after Alan's unfortunate demise. I was only biding my time for Mr. Carter to retrieve Alan's papers. They would have explained everything to him. But, he never would have been able to release aforementioned info.
  Ms. Med, you were correct earlier. When you had assumed that this Council had been protected. It was, but eventually every Council falls. Just like Ancient Egypt. Now, Mr. Carter is dead. The Treaty has been broken, and every other Council is at stake. I have one choice and one choice only. It will be difficult to explain, but I use pathways to travel from place-to-place and time-to-time. Yes, I said time. It will be a long trek for me, from a few months to a few years. But, luckily, it will pass only as days to you. I will try to pull Mr. Carter out right before he died. Wish me luck,  it has never been attempted before. But, the lives of everyone in the Network depends on this. I believe that if Mr. Carter were to appear alive, that the Treaty would be forced to reapply itself. It is similar to a sentient being. (Very difficult to explain.) I will be leaving tomorrow afternoon. It'll be a few days from your perspectives until I return. Hopefully, it will be a success. In the meantime, I have a body to bury...--Jack

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Freaked Out

    So, I wasn't going to post until Friday but something's been on my mind lately. A disturbing thouht, what if He is actually here to help us? Protect us? What idf we're wrong about Him? Maybe He isna't so bad asfter all? And we're al beingh too idiotic to notsis and tring gto kill Him. What if I trie to talsk to Him? What woiukd hap

Sunday, April 21, 2013

I Needed A Good Laugh...

     I'm still not fully healed yet. (that's obvious to me because it took me 5 tries to spell 'healed' correctly. So, I figured I'd watch some comedy videos on YouTube. Here's one that has some of Dane Cook's audio with a familiar figure in the sketch: . Enjoy! I'll be back Friday with the next journal entry.

Until Then,

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Journal Entry #1-Jamie's First Entry

     Just got access to my account again. Apparently someone isn't content with hacking into my account, no they have to change the f-ing password too. I don't know how I'll deal with these...inconveniences.
  • To Med, I like that Cuil theory. 
  • To Kendra's friend B, look for Marcus. I think he might be dangerous though.
  • To Anon, I see. I hope you can reveal who you are sometime soon.
  • To Jack, If I see you skulking around outside again, you'll have an angry person running at you with a knife. Just a friendly heads-up.
     Now onto the business of the night: Jamie's journal. It has a lot of entries in it. I'll post the more important ones. Hopefully by the time I post them all, I'll have healed up and will be ready for the trek into the woods for Alan's notes.

     Let's begin:

Saturday, March 30, 2013

     If you're reading this, that means either you found my dead body, or I'm unconscious and you decided to snoop around. Either way, you have no idea of what you're getting yourself in to. I'll explain it.
     My name is Jamie. I'm a Runner. Or a person who is running from the Slender Man. Yes, the Slender Man. He's real. I'm sure you've heard the myths and urban legends about him. Well, they're more than myths, he's real. As real as that water you drank earlier, or this journal in your hands.
    I've been running for so long that I don't remember my life from before. All I know now is that he killed my entire family and that I barely escaped.
     I've got a rucksack filled with basic survival stuff. You know, knives, first-aid equipment, camp stuff, and about a week's worth of food. And this journal. I'm currently sitting in a nice, cozy cave. I covered the opening with some nearby leaves and branches, and I've made a warm fire to sit by. My dinner is good, canned bean soup. Yum. I sleep with a combat knife near me. You never know if he will send some of his followers. They'll either be cultists, or mindless drones. They're both dangerous. One is fanatical in support of the Slender Man, and the other lacks emotions.
     I'm planning on moving camp in the morning. So, I'll write again once I settle in.

     That's it for today guys. I'll post the next entry next Friday. And here's a snippet of a conversation that I had yesterday:   "What's wrong?"-She came up behind me when I wasn't paying attention. "I'm fine. What do you mean?"-me. "You've seemed upset all week."-another friend, I'll call him Mi if I refer to him again. (those are the first two letters of his name.) "No, he's been upset all month."-her. Afterwords, I had to dodge questions about the mysterious injuries that I've gotten. Things are getting out of hand. Also, forgive any typos in this. My head still hurts.

Stay Safe,

What a Day...

     Well now, how's my week been? Not so good. Jack's back. My ankle is still messed up. I coughed up some blood earlier. And my head feels like it's about to explode. Still. After 4 days! Never again will I try to have 'tea-time' with Mr. Slim. Jeez, I keep screwing up typing simple words.

     In other news, I have a few questions:
  • To the Anonymous commenter who said that M was alive: How do you know? Who are you?
  • To the next Anonymous who freaked out on my post about what happened: Who are you? Your way of typing seems familiar.
  • To the Anonymous that mentioned my quick healing: Yep I was at school. Just with a twisted (possibly sprained) ankle, a lot of pain, and I had to stop at the bathroom a couple of to cough up blood. I would rather have stayed home, but I needed to keep that semblance of 'everything's normal.' Don't want too many people asking questions.
  • To Med: Get well. Stay safe. And thanks for annoying Jack.
  • To Rose: It sounds like you face danger every day. It must be very stressful, be careful.
  • To Sanna: I've seen a security light go off after he left an area. Not sure if that's any help.
  • To Kendra: I can't stress this enough. Do NOT meet with Jared. And don't chase after the hooded guy. Sure you'll get answers if you do either, but there's a good chance that you'll end up dead, too.
     That's pretty much it for now. This Friday, I'll start posting excerpts from Jamie's journal entries. I feel like I owe her that much.

Until The Next,

P.S. Before I forget, do you guys think I should connect an adsence  account to this blog? I'm trying to find ways to get enough money around before I have to go runner. Which, if events keep occurring the way they have been lately, will be very soon. Just let me know what you honestly think.

Monday, April 15, 2013

I Am Back...

  Hello there. Did you really expect me to give up? That password was easy. Some of you are so comical. Take Ms. Med for example. She calls me a fairy...a fairy. I am, for the first time in my existence, speechless. A did you? Irregardless, I got your last message Mr. Carter. I have to say your...demands are a bit extensive. Do you really expect me to do that? If I remember correctly, Mr. Alan left many warnings about me. And seeing as how he is dead, you know have all of his research. Including that of me. That is, of course, if you are planning on running the Gauntlet and collecting said research.
  Can you all please elaborate on how you all seem to know so much about me? 'Known trickster' I do not believe that we have met, you must be basing that on rumors and hear-say. I'll be around for a long time. I also want you all to know that my warning still stands. You know what one. -- Jack

Sunday, April 14, 2013

To Wrap Things Up

   Well, I finally got around to that Dead Man's Post. It's set for two weeks from this today. Every Sunday, I will re-schedule it. Also, the profile picture that Jack left as a present, won't go away. I've tried changing it about 20-some times today, but it's still here. Oh well, guess I'll just deal with it. It's better than some ugly cat that a certain unnamed person (is that even applicable with him) uses...

     I also have changed my password, so hopefully Jack won't have his way with my account again. I read some of his messages that he left me. I'm debating on releasing them. Under normal circumstances, I'd ask the council, but since they're all gone now...I'll just have to take Alan's advice: forget, restart, rebuild, research. That's going to be hard, but it needs to be done. The Network's been around since Ancient Egypt (possibly before?) so I'm not going to let it die out. if anything happens, you'll all be the first to know. For the first time since October (that's when I joined the network/council) I feel alone, isolated, and a bit afraid. Stay safe everyone, I'm going to go get some needed rest and recuperation. My head still feels like it's on fire...

Until Next Time, 

Great...Just Great

     Well, I'm back, guys. As you can tell, my account was hacked. I've changed the password, hopefully that'll help. Woke up this morning in my bed. Found a note next to me. Here's what it said: "Hello, Mr. Carter. I hope you are well. I will be watching, but do not count on my help.--Jack     P.S.  I helped with your injuries, I don't owe you any favors any more." That confused me. But explained how a twisted ankle, few bruised ribs, and cuts 'magically' healed overnight. All I have left is a scar on my back, looks like a whip mark. Does anyone know who this Jack is?

     So personal death count is at five people who I trusted. They were part of the council. Yes, they're dead. There were seven of us, now there's only two.

     The story behind that. I was the 3rd person to join the council, C3. The two others I became good friends with. After about a month, we got a big influx of others. Our numbers hit seven. C1, Alan, intelligent man. C2, Jamie, she was resourceful. C3, me. C4, Tim, very argumentative. He and I would disagree a lot. C5, Alyson, she was the best fighter of all of us. C6, the proxy. He betrayed us. C7, he never told us his name. He was very quiet. One of those guys who you'd see sitting in the back of a room reading a book.

     My research was into the possibility of removing the memories of Mr. Slim. It was going well. I had almost perfected it when C4, Tim, wanted to use it as a weapon. His research was into finding a way to kill that creature. He figured that, since that thing takes the memories of those it turns, if we put a virus of sorts into someone using that technique, we could kill it. Or at the very least injure it. The voting was crazy, to say the least. Those against it were me, and Jamie. Tim, and Alyson were for it. Alan, C6, and C7 all abstained from the vote. This continued for a couple of meetings, until C6 decided that he liked the idea. Jamie volunteered to be the 'subject.' We removed her memories of it, then implanted ones that would make her interesting to Mr. Slim. Then we inserted Tim's virus. We gave her basic supplies and sent her on her way. She didn't remember us or the council. There was a GPS tracker in her bag. After it had stopped moving for five days, Tim and I investigated.

     We went deep into the woods. There we found her bag. Inside were supplies, and a journal. She was nowhere around. We were on our way out, when Tim called me over. According to her journal, her memories were coming back. She continued on, because she believed in Tim's virus. She left messages for us. I was reading through the journal when they came. About 20 proxies surrounded us. That thing stood behind them. It was like a stand-off. We all stared at each other. Then, it tilted its head. The proxies parted and in walked Jamie. She was different, she seemed dead, emotionless. Her and a few proxies ran in and attacked us. I had my gun with me, so I aimed at immobilizing the proxies. Tim had a machete. Eventually, she overpowered him. Took his machete. The other proxies backed off. She was preparing to send it straight into his heart. I raised the gun to shoot, but hesitated. She killed him. Then she came towards me. I had no choice but to fire.

     They both died because of me. I had the presence of mind to grab the journal and run. I told Alan about it. He called a meeting. About five minutes in, a bullet came flying through a window. Alan was killed, immediately. The proxies came rushing through the doors. Alyson and I used the closest weapons: pipes that were laying on the ground. C7 didn't have a chance to reach a weapon. C6 disappeared. We held our ground as the proxies came in. After a while, she fell. A proxy with a knife brought her down. She was alive, but she couldn't fight anymore. The proxy was going to kill her when a certain suited man appeared. The proxies retreated and formed a circle around us. C6 revealed himself. As it turned out, he was a proxy who didn't even know he was. He was taunting Alyson, though. That thing came into the circle itself. C6 decided to shut-up. It looked at me for a few seconds. I bet I was a sight. I know from Jack's post that I was pretty beat up. I know that I had a nice cut on my back, the one that left a scar. It tilted its head, then picked me up. When they say it hurts for that thing to touch you, they aren't kidding. Alyson looked at me with sorrow, she knew that she was getting the less painful way out. She knew that she was dying, and that I wasn't lucky enough for that end.

     That thing just held me there for a few minutes, but then the pain suddenly got worse. It felt like my entire body was imploding. My head felt like it was going to explode. I can vaguely recall C6 laughing. For some reason, my mind was wandering. It was thinking about everything that has happened to me in the past year. It was focusing on the good, but I felt a nagging tug towards a memory of me reading a blog. Zeke Strahm's blog, to be exact. One time, when it was holding him, he spit blood in its face. It got so mad, that he lived. I started coughing. The pain ceased. At least the pain it was causing. It must have figured that coughing caused enough pain. Eventually, I had a decent amount of blood in my mouth. I looked up, right at its head. I spit. The blood hit its target. Next thing I knew, I was flying. Apparently, it threw me outside in a rage. From there, I guess I staggered on home.

    There's the story, there are only two council members left alive. Maybe that number will hit one soon.

Stay Safe Everyone,

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Good News, He Is Alive!

 Jack here, I have some good news for you all tonight. Mr. Carter just stumbled in from the woods. He looks like a dead man walking, but he is very well alive. Even if he wishes he was dead. He also looks very peaceful right now while he is asleep, if you get past the cuts, bruises, gashes, and what-not. Very peaceful indeed, though. I will look after him and his wounds. He will feel better in no time. However those favors that I owe him, he can consider them cashed-in. I also am not the only one watching Mr. Carter. There is another entity lurking about 18 meters from the window. If I am allowed to guess, I would say that he is very angry. Just thought that you would all like to know, after all, some of you seem to care about him. Even though you don't really know him. -- Jack

Friday, April 12, 2013

Story Time with Jack

  Well, I promised a post, so here it is. I will tell you a story. A story about my origins. Maybe this will answer your questions?
  I am Jack. I do have many, many talents. Yes, I hacked Mr. Carter's account, but for good reasons. Reasons which, unfortunately, I can not disclose at this time. You want to know more? Keep reading.
  I came to exist in this world on the exact day of my grandfather's death. My father told me many stories about my grandfather. Some were funny, others disturbing. And a few made no sense at first, because the story placed my grandfather in times that were long ago. He had many talents as well. In fact, the same talents that I have. You see, my grandfather and I have a lot in common. You could say that we are one and the same. He had many nicknames given to him throughout his life. I have inherited those.
  I hope that answers all of your questions. Including: No, I do not have pointed ears. They are rounded like your ears are.
  Lastly, Mr. Carter is alive and well (or according to my projections he is). He will most definitely post on Sunday. As (again if my projections are correct) he is recovering from a recent...incident/deaths.--Jack

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Someone New...Hello Everyone!

  Hello everyone! You don't know me...yet. But I know all Your schemes, and (most importantly) your lies and half-truths. Yes, Mr. Carter, I know all of your 'little' secrets: the ones that you are trying so very hard to hide from them. Even from the few who are so deluded to actually think that you can be trusted. Either you tell them, or I will. And if that happens: let's just say that your council might be a bit displeased as well. We will meet again, no matter what precautions you try to take. I will be present here...until death comes for his final dance. I hope you like your new profile picture Mr. Carter, I took my time selecting it. I feel that it is oddly...appropriate based on some of your 'research' and 'theories.'  
-- 01001010 01100001 01100011 01101011    (Happy decoding!)

 Another message for our...ingenious 'researcher'. Prizes (possible) for the runner who can decode these.
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Saturday, April 6, 2013

Troubling News...

     Late post again due to some troubling events. Yesterday, the council met. In case you don't remember, the 'network' that I'm a part of has a council where we trade research, and decide what to do. I explained it better in an earlier post. Anyways, we had a meeting yesterday (Friday) and got some bad news out of it. Apparently, there's a 'leak' of info which has led to that creature and its followers getting valuable data. We all voted the same for the first time since February. The verdict: no release of information/theories until further notice. In layman's terms: I won't be able to share the theory that I was going to share. That'll have to wait.

     Instead, I'll use this to answer some comments. Feel free to read them all:
  • Anonymous, "He's not dead. I promise."-I hope you're telling the truth. You actually got me a little excited, although there are still many doubts. But the thought makes things a bit easier.
  •  Anonymous, "Don't count on being immune. The tall man doesn't stay consistent. It's best for you to lie low as best you can." - True point, but it has had so many chances to kill me. What's it waiting for?
  •  Kendra-I hope you stay safe. I would contact you through email, but that's info that can reveal my identity. I'll make a new email soon and devote to contacting people in this situation.
  • Med-Same to you about the email thing. No hard feelings
  • Lysander, "Ditch the gun. It's not going to help, and if you carry a lethal weapon, you're more likely to get killed trying to defend yourself with it." - I know that it won't stop Tall, Thin, and Faceless. It's to help protect against his minions, they can be harmed by guns.
     That's it for now. Also, when I'm able to, I'll release some info on my current project. It's been a long time in the making, and almost complete. Until then, stay safe everyone.

Until Next Time,