Friday, November 11, 2011

Veteran's Day

6:26: Went out to go buy Skyrim, saw him outside of Gamestop, watching me grab a copy of the game and looking around, trying to stall until he went away. He didn't. Eventually, I had to walk out with him still at the window. and walked right past him. He turned his head to look at the game case in my hand and tilted his head to the side as if confused. I get the sneaking suspicion he questions my taste in gaming.
Sure, I may like more JRPGs than I'd care to admit, but that doesn't give Sir Stalks-a-lot the right to psychoanalyse my interests!
7: 18: Playing Skyrim, called in sick to Gloria's chagrin. I'm seriously impressed. A bunch of my friends told me to get MW3, but I think CoD is over hyped. If I want to play an FPS, I'll play TF2, thank you very much.
7:29 Slenderman's peeking into my windows. I'm not sure, but I think I pissed him off when I closed the blinds
7:45 Started snowing a little. Slenderman moved to the glass door. Skippy freaked out as usual, but I can't seem to take him seriously when his bald faceless head is topped with a tiny mound of snow.
8:00 Snow stopped. He's still there, so I flip him the bird. He doesn't seem to get the hint to just PISS OFF.
8:49: He's gone. Good, now I can slaughter mudcrabs in peace.
9:26: Gloria came over. She sadi her boss started having a seizure and went into a coma. They have no idea what to do, so she's on paid leave of sorts until things get figured out.

Thursday, November 10, 2011


-7:11: OK, so no help so far. I don't know about Gloria, but since yesterday afternoon, I have not seen Tall, Pale and Faceless around. Good. He better not show up; I wanted to get Skyrim tommorow.
-8:25: Still looking for advice/ rules of the road. I don't think I'll be able to make any progress with avoiding this guy without it.
-9:00:  I think I saw Slenderman in the trees behind the house. Sure enough, my MP3 player went all staticky. This thing works as a Slenderman detector!
-9:26 He's gone now. I wonder where he goes when he's not stalking me.
-10:26 Gloria's freaking out. She said she saw it right next to her cubicle at work.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011


7:00: Back to work. Hey, I need the extra money to get Arkham City, might as well come in early.
7:14: Went to go fix a blown power line, saw the Blurman again. He's standing on the ground, completely oblivious to the fact that I'm three storys up in a bucket scoop. Ha! You just got out-elevated, punk!
8:10 Went to another blown transformer across town, and He was already there. W...T...F???? How He'd get all the over here!?!?!? It was 20 minute drive! How could He WALK here and beat me?!? And another thing: HOW THE FUCK DID HE KNOW I WAS GONNA BE HERE!?!?! Is He clairvoyant?
8:20 Cut the power to the transformer and opened it up to take a look-see inside, and I notice someone scrawled the (X) symbol on the inside with Sharpie. Christ, where are these logos coming from?
8:26 He was standing 6 feet behind me while I worked. He didn't seem to be threatening me, He was looking at what I was doing, as if trying to figure out how the transformer worked. What does He want?
8:40 Mentioned Him to  my coworker, Matt. Matt said he didn't see anyone behind me.


9:26 I've noticed that whenever He's around, most electrical devices nearby seem to freak out- my MP3 player, for example. This guy must be a mobile electromagentic He a ghost? I've heard theories of ghosts giving off magnetic fields, could He be proof?

....gah, just listen to me ramble like a whacko conspiracy theorist. Excuse whilst I go find my shopping cart and my tinfoil hat....
9:40: I'm wondering if anyone else is in a position similar to mine.
10:26: I can't find anything about a blur on google. Maybe if I get a better view of it.
11:11: Good God. It doesn't have a face. I'm so scared. But if it has no face, it can't be real. It's just a fever-induced hallucination! Ha! Take that, Mister Nonexistant!
12:20: Just out of curiousity, I googled "No face, tentacles, tall man".  That action alone wrecked my day. Apparently, this thing is called "Slender Man", and he goes after A LOT of people. I didn't check these people out, and I thin it'd be best to avoid it, but seriously? This thing has NOTHING better to do than harass people? What's freaky is that apparently Slenderman can teleport, stretch, mind screw you, etc. and he likes to chase kids and bloggers. WTF? He showed up the same day I make a blog. What's up with that? Here's a theory: maybe he is starting to go after EVERYONE with a blog for reasons unknown. God help us all if he decides to chase after anyone with a Facebook account!
12:58 Gloria came home and I showed her the identity of our stalker. She's....panicked to say the least. She's pacing up and down the hall as we speak. If there is someone, anyone who can point us to some advice, please, for the love of all that is holy, DO SO!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011


-6:12: That blur came back. Coulda swore I saw it stop and look at me. It was too tall to see it's face, but I'm sure wherever the heck it's head was, it was turned towards ME.
-7:04: Skippy's freaking out again. Gloria wants to call the cops, but I get a sneaking suspicion by the time they get here, the thing will be nowhere in sight.
-8:26 Dammit I was right. Nothing. Abso-friggin-lutely nothing.
-9:50: Skippy's going apeshit bananas. He's hiding under the couch as I type this. Whoop- there's the blur again! 'Ello, Mister Blur!
-10:26 The blur's starting to look more focused- I can make out a humanoid shape. What is it?
-11:11: My email's still getting spammed...that stupid symbol keeps popping up. What's it mean?
-12:00: Urgh. Outta cough syrup. Shit.
-12:07: The blurry man came back. I decided to joke around with it. I walked up to the glass door it was standing outside of, turned around, pulled down my pants and mooned the thing. Then I noticed it had tentaclle-y-thingys attached to its back. I've caught my cousin watching enough hentai to know where this was about to start going and pulled my pants back up before the thing added me to its most likely extensive list of brutal romantic conquests.
-12:15: IT HASN'T MOVED. It's still standing right where it was when I mooned it. The tentacles are gone, though. Am I dreaming this? I think so, I can't make out any facial features. Surely, if it were real, it'd have a face...
-1:19: It's gone. THANK GOD! But now I dread finding out where it went.....

Monday, November 7, 2011


OK, so making a metric asston of posts is lame. So, I'm going to make a post whenever I can for that day and update as the day goes on. So consider this the entry for 11/7/11:

- 8:32 My girlfriend Gloria came over to check on me. I look and feel like shit and she still loves me. All together now: D'awwwwwwwww....
- 8:37 Gloria left, and despite her telling me not to leave the house, I HAD to go to Mickey D's. Usually, I'm a Steak 'n' Shake kinda guy, but one word can justify my change in behavior: McRib.
Jesus, why can't they just have it all the time?
-8:49 Nomnomnomnom...sorry, didn't see you guys there. Nearly sneezing my head off.
The McRib is so good, I'm starting to get why it's a limited-time-only-thing. Gotta hide the evidence or Gloria's gonna kill me. BRB, fireplace\
-8:52 Whoof. Burning BBQ sauce is one weird-ass aroma.
-8:55-9:34: ZZZZZZZZZZ......(why, yes, I am sleep-posting.)
-9:40: Anyone ever got the feeling you're being watched? Maybe it's just my cold hazing over my brain.
-10:00: OK, li'l Skippy's barking his head off. What...the...fuck.
-10:04:  I just shat out a brick wall.... I saw a blur of black outside of my window while I was watching Psych (hell yes). There's something outside my house, and I've seen enough horror movies to know that it wouldn't hurt to NOT confront said thing. 0_o
-10:08: Went against my better judgement and peered outside. Also, I had to let Skippy out before he shat on the rug, but mostly I was curious. Nothing but the trees behind the houses. Gonna go watch CSI on hulu.
-11:01: Blur came back. Didn't see it, but Skippy must''ve. He was trying to break the freakin' glass door down. God, something must've really spooked him.
-11:28 Skippy won't go back outside. He's staring at the door like it would kill him the second he turned his back. Geezum Pete, what the hell did Skippy see out there???
-12:00: Gloria came back. She saw the fragments of wrapper in the fireplace. Shit. Caught red-handed.
Told her about the blur, showed her how weird Skippy's been acting. She said that she's been hearing rustling noises outside the house while she's alone in the house. We went out to buy a cheap home-securtiy camera.
-12:17: Thank God I'm an electrician, or nothing would work in this house. She may be able to balance the budget like nobody's business, and could kick Gordon Ramsay's ass in the kitchen any day of the week, I'm the guy who puts up the Christmas lights and hooks up the appliances. No house renovations, though: I make Tim Taylor look like everyone on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition combined.
-12:40 ..........I am on the brink of pissing my pants. We checked the camera footage to test it, and what we saw.....was...well....unnerving, to say the least. The video showed a person in black suddenly appear in front of the camera, then a bunch of video glitches and weird staitcky noise. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Gloria's trying to be the strong-willed plucky girl and hand wave it as something that got left on the camera's memory storage (we bought it second hand), but the bckground is OUR FUCKING BACKYARD. I have a revolver locked in my desk drawer in case of burglary, but I've never had to use it. I might have to change that today.

Spam: It sucks

OK, so I've been getting a bunch of weird shit in my inbox. A bunch of bizarre images and gibberish, but thankfully no viruses. C'mon, Gmail, get your act together! I'll show you what I mean:
I keep getting messages from adresses like qwjad, gurrgik....who the heck are these people?
And the images are a bunch of scratchy doodles that look like they were drawn by a two-year hold having friggin' seizures:
What is this? Some logo for a boner pill? It looks like a... oh, fuck. I'm not gonna finish that sentence, lest Sigmund Freud starts laughing in his grave.
Anyway, I'm gonna take a nap. I got a wicked nasty cold, and had to call in sick. Caring about coworker's health: it's serious business.

About Me

 My name is John Leon. I was born in '85, and I am currently working as an electrician. I'm a normal, typical guy: live in the suburbs, have a girlfriend, a dog and a couple bills I need to pay.  Also, I'm on the low end of the Autism Spectrum: ADHD, minor OCD, etc. Things aren't the best right now, but I am cautiously optimistic.