This is totally going to be M and I

you can come too, elaine.

Bomb The Music Industry! - "Everybody That You Love" from Bryan Schlam on Vimeo.

yeah, the last few days have been pretty rough, and dont seem like they're going to get any better. i had a couple of encounters with slenderman along the way, so...if that's any indication i think i should be getting outta here as soon as possible. money's hard to come by, i may have to resort to some shitty alternatives. we'll see. peace out everyone.

also, im not unaware of the fact that these posts all seem to fall on sundays. the first two were unintentional. this one is not. lets make it a trend, shall we?

busy, busy, busy

i know its been a few days. ive been caught up in things, trying to skip town and lay low all at once. did you know thats very hard to ddo when you're low on cash and have tofind an alternative source out of town. trade secret, ill keep it to myself. i feel like ive seen a ghost.



this fellow sure looks familiar. yeah, thats why ive been laying low. the cops are looking for me here, apparently. despite my best efforts, my family is still putting up posters just like these practically everywhere. im shocked that they got out of my state, though. i couldnt resist taking a poster with my own face on it. something about that, y'know?

but yeah, have you any fuckin idea what its like to be hunted by the cops, the government, and the slenderman all at once? you'd be paranoid too, for sure. im gonna try and scrounge up some money. if you dont hear from me for a while, i got outta town and havent had a break in weeks. wish me luck.

i wish M would answer my fucking emails

8 Full Hours of Sleep

and thank fucking god for that! i mean it, i don't think anything could be as good as falling asleep and not immediately waking up in a cold sweat or finding slenderfreak at the edge of my bed. no, last night i fell asleep and did not wake up, in a good way. i feel much better than i have in months, although that aint saying much. still, for me it was a step in the right direction. im trying to make this last as long as possible. and i hope i can repeat it a few more times when i settle down for sleep.

that said, i took a big risk doing what i did last night. sleeping that long is kind of dangerous with him around...not to mention i plugged my mp3 player into my laptop, set a couple of laura stevenson's albums on repeat and let myself drift off, so i couldnt have heard anything going on around me anyway...but dammit, i dont care! that bastard has taken so much from me already, the least i could let myself have is some goddamned sleep. when i think of everything that slenderman has caused and all the pain he's inflicted upon me as well as others.............

well, it pisses me off, to say the least. and im not going to stand for it. im not going to be a ghost anymore while this thing torments whats left of my sanity. i want my life back. and im gonna take it.

"There's a ghost way out on the northeast coast! And it'll break your heart, harder than I ever could..."

uh, god. you know how to put me right to sleep laura...i love it so much.

so yeah.

im heading east again, dont worry about from where. the air is hot and sweaty, and if i could describe the feeling of emptiness in the pit of my stomach to you i wouldn't, because its horrifying. suffice it to say i dont feel like im in the best shape and my body should probably have given out by now. but then, so should my mind. and im doing my best to keep that in tact. failing miserably, but oh well. lol

i stopped in a gas station early yesterday, to gather some supplies for my trip. i need a new backpack and i need food and i need a good place to stay but hey i aint getting any of those things any time soon because FUCKINGNOFACE out there wont let me get a momments peace and

.............

im sorry.

anyway, while i was there, i talked to the gas station attendant for a few minutes, trying to sort out my head. he was concerned for my well being cause i look like shit right now, and we chatted about what a person like me was doing trekking the country. yeah, it was the best excuse i could come up with, so sue me. it was nice to finally communicate with a real human being for more than 60 seconds, and as much as this blog thing helps it isnt a direct link to a human face, and thats difficult to cope with. id love more than anything right now to talk to M. hes my friend, my only real link to anyone...haha i sound so fucking pathetic. i cant believe it.

still, the gas station guy was nice. i think he sensed that i was 'homeless' and gave me a couple of snacks for the road, along with some t-shirts he had in the back. he said they belonged to his son, who went missing a year or two back. i hate to be paranoid but i honestly wonder 'is it possible?' could this kid have been a runner like me or M? i dont know, but for now im not going to dwell. i dont want to think about another person going through this hell.

oh, and for anyone who is wondering, my grammar and punctuation suck because i just dont give a FUCK anymore

EDIT: oh also, thanks to this guy calming me down out of my rage, i managed to get some half-decent sleep last night for about five hours before slenderman showed up. i ended up seeing him standing there at the edge of the road (dont ask where i was sleeping, it sucked) when i woke up and i knew i had to get the fuck outta there. just dropped by an internet cafe to download some comforting songs and type up this blog post.

seriously.

im always amazed at the number of people, especially those already aware of what slenderman is who seemingly forget what theyre up against as soon as he actually FUCKING SHOWS UP. suddenly its "that 'thing' is after us" and "that 'thing' was out there earlier." somehow it doesnt register that what theyre up against is the SAME THING theyve been talking aboutwith their friends and filming a video series on or whatever the fuck else theyve been doing u[p to that goddamn point its liek no one stops to think that maybe just MAYBE this thing is real and its out there terrifying frightening just standing there staring why wont it FUCKING go away already, it doesnt make any sense why people suddenly become so ignorant when he shows up is it something to do with his presence is it poor story telling are these people just faking it i dont understand why none of us seem able to fight it fight back do something other than panic, panic bomb hey hey get away from me!

i've got to calm down. im trying really hard. but its hard.

it wont go away...i dont think ive seen it blink at all. it knows my name. its waitin' for me to fall on my face, as i attempt to have my TINY LITTLE LIFE.

it waits in the wings and i dont know why.

im not sure why.

Teenage Cool Kids - Landlocked State from If You Make It on Vimeo.

EDIT: this just cheers me up is all.

Syke! Life is Awesome!

Trying my hardest to fight insanity...it's not easy anymore.

I've gone five days without sleep. I'm not in my right mind and I'm hallucinating a lot. Last night he visited the hotel room I was in...Slenderman. One moment I was lying in bed, trying desperately to sleep, and the next he was there. His tentacles...god, i wish hed stop doing that...I mean...no...his tentacles were spread out all over the walls and the floor and the ceiling...they throbbed. They writhed in and out of existence, their edges blurry as though my vision was faulty, but the entity himself stood in the middle of it all, too tall, too straight, too thin and he was crystal clear...it's how I knew I wasn't hallucinating.

or maybe I was.

I don't know anymore. Last night's post was made during my encounter with Slenderman, when  Ithought he was going to kill me. He seems to like...playing with me, though, because he hasn't killed me yet. Maybe I should try getting back into testing, to make myself feel better... I don't try so hard to run as much to keep my head in the game, because if I don't and he gets me and he takes me back there then what will I have left? nothing my head is all I've got and without it I'm crazy crazy crazy but I'm not crazy, I swear and...

Okay. I need sleep. Now.

Also, a word on  and to the government fucks or whatever tailing me for the past few cities; if you really thought you were slick, guess again. Didn't like that little surprise I left for ya in the street, did you dude?!

...



~SR

a message to the personal space invader

welcome to this world have as much fun as you like
while helping others have
as much fun as you're having
and be kind to those you love
and be kind to those you don't
but for god's sake, you've gotta be kind!

take care of M, Bondie.

~SR

EDIT: i am so fucking scared right now good god

See that? That picture in the background?

That's Chicago. It's where I was headed before I lost contact with M.

Aside from that, you don't need to know where I've been since I last posted. Suffice it to say that I have simply been. And that's what's really important after all, right?

This is just rambling to anyone not in the know. For now, just call me SR. That should be a big enough hint to those already familiar with me. To those who aren't, and have no idea what I'm talking about...go away. Forget you read this. never come back to this blog. There are things out there in the world you aren't meant to know about, and despite the irony of my posting that on a public internet blog, this is one of those things.

Because magic is real.

And it can hurt you, like it has me.

So leave now, or you will die. Like me.

~SR