- 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.
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.