Marcus here. Carter's back. He's currently resting or sleeping or unconscious...something. I found him in a clearing in the woods across the street, the thing that would sit on the roof led me to him. It came out of the woods last night and started scratching at the window. When I followed it, it led me to him.
He's a mess. At first I thought he was dead. But then he pulled a gun on me.
"Get away from me! I'll shoot you!"
"Carter, it's me. Marcus. Let's just..put the gun down and go home." I took a few steps closer. He lowered the gun.
"Give me the gun, please." He, surprisingly let me take it from him. I led him back to the house: being in the middle of the woods at night is not a smart idea.
Luckily I took some basic medical classes before I had to run, because Carter will not let me take him to a hospital. When I asked why, he just said that it would be more dangerous. I don't know what happened but he's severely dehydrated, covered in bruises, covered in cuts, and is scared of going into a hospital. He also asked what the date was. When I told him he just started laughing hysterically. "It's been a year! I've survived this all for a whole year! You can go to hell, Slender Man 'cause you aren't killing me!" He kept laughing for about an hour, then got quiet. At least he's alive. He may be able to post by tomorrow.