Broken Bones and Hair-Trigger Tempers

OK, so it looks like Slenderman or one of his Slendergoons really broke my dog's leg. Skippy's OK, but he'll be in a cast for a month or two. But that really pisses me off!

Recap

Sorry I haven't updated lately. I was at my parents for the holidays. Got some cool stuff: Batman Arkham City, $230, Blue Dragon, Brink, and NO SLENDY!!! That alone was the best Xmas gift EVER :D

But New Years Eve was an entirely different story.

First, at 11:11 amThe Headset Kid came back. He had a scarf on, so I didn't see his face, but I could he had THE FUCKING (X) SYMBOL on his forehead. It could've been a tattoo, but who gives a teenager a tattoo? He was gone fairly soon after

One hour and one minute later (12:12, for those of you playing along at home), Slenderman was back in my yard. One of the tentacles went for the door, and ripped it off its hinge.

Less than half a second and he was in my face, and the tentacles were around my throat.

I was almost certain i was gonna get tenta-raped.

But then he was gone, I was on the floor, my nose was bleeding, Skippy was limping like something broke his leg, and Gloria was shaking me awake.

WHAT THE HELL

Looking back at my blog, there's a bunch of weird tags. I never put those there.

So, in short, Headset Kid's weirder than fuck, and Slenderman is PISSED.

False Alarm...Or Maybe Not

I thought I saw someone in the backyard. I thought it was Slenderman, but then I realized that Slenderman isn't 5'2'', doesn't wear a blue hoodie, headphones, or glasses.

I started to head outside to yell at him, and he's gone. The kid was in the middle of my yard, but one and a half seconds later, he was gone.


...DA FUCK!?!?!

First Slenderman, then Gimpy, now Headphones Kid???? WHAT THE HELL?????

Spread The Word

This is an SE Public Service Announcement:
OK, there are a lot of people being stalked by Slenderman. But why must we keep our tragedies a secret? Why can't we take our problem and alert the world that Slenderman is out there?! We could at least get together and try to help each other out. (SlenderCon? FUCK YEAH!!!!)

*Ahem*, all kidding aside, we'd be better off helping each other out: All in favor of getting every Slenderstalked blogger/vlogger together, say "Aye!" and send links to this post to any Slenderblog you want.

The Journal

OK, so something weird arrived in my mailbox: a leather-bound diary with that GODDAMNED (X) SYMBOL on the cover. There's a shit load of code in here.
If anyone can decipher this first page, you will have my gratitude.

B64
VG8gd2hvZXZlciB0aGUgVGhpbiBNYW4gZm9sbG93czogWW91IG11c3Qgbm90IGNvbmZy
b250IHRoaXMgaG9ycmlibGUNCnRoaW5nLiBJdCBpcyBub3Qgb2Ygb3VyIHJlYWxpdHks
IGFuZCBpcyBtb3JlIGRhbmdlcm91cyB0aGFuIGFueW9uZSB0aGlua3MuIFJ1bi4gUnVu
LCBhbmQgZG8gbm90IHN0b3AuDQoNCg==


I'm really frickin' stumped.

EDIT: Hold the phone. I looked at another page and it had the same block of text, except some letters were italicized:
B64
VG8gd2hvZXZlciB0aGUgVGhpbiBNYW4gZm9sbG93czogWW91IG11c3Qgbm90IGNvbmZy
b250IHRoaXMgaG9ycmlibGUNCnRoaW5nLiBJdCBpcyBub3Qgb2Ygb3VyIHJlYWxpdHks
IGFuZCBpcyBtb3JlIGRhbmdlcm91cyB0aGFuIGFueW9uZSB0aGlua3MuIFJ1bi4gUnVu
LCBhbmQgZG8gbm90IHN0b3AuDQoNCg==

I think it's a clue, but I'm no code-breaker.

Totally Confused Right Now.

Shit just got real last night.
I was lying in bed, trying not to think about Slenderman when I heard a thump coming from the kitchen.
"What the hell was that?" asked Gloria.
"Beats me, but I think I have an idea..." I replied, gulping in sheer terror.
Aw, fuck. I thought. He's gotten inside the house.
I snuck downstairs and slipped the revolver from my desk into my hand. There was someone hunched over behind the counter, I couldn't tell who it was, but I was damn certain it was HIM.
I leveled the gun at the intruder.
"FREEZE!"
The intruder slowly stands up, and I can see reflections coming off from the guy. Wait....since when was Slendy shiny?
And then it hit me. It wasn't Slendy. It was the Enemy Unknown: Gimpy. Holding a big-ass knife.
"You're with him, aren't you?" I say, shaking.
"Who?" asks Gimpy in a high-pitched nasally voice.
"The Slenderman! You're working for Slenderman, are'ntcha, ya fuckin' creep!?"
My voice gets louder, and Gloria is standing behind me, staring in horror.
"Who the hell is Slenderman???" Gimpy squeals.
Then I look up.
"He's the guy standing behind you." I whimpered.
Everything went black, and when I come to, I'm at work fixing a blown fuse box at some dude's house.
What.

Belated Birthday

OK, so smething very upsetting happened on the 26th.
It was my birthday, so Gloria and I went out to go see a movie, had dinner, and get Slenderman off our minds. It was a great day, all in all. We got home, and Gloria offered a bit of b-day "woohoo" (If you play The Sims, you know what I'm talking about.) But halfway in, Tall Pale and Faceless showed up at our bedroom window.

Jesus Christ, I can't even get laid without this guy popping up!

Me:"Uh...Gloria...we got a problem."
Gloria:"Need to go to the bathroom?"
Me: (Points at window)
Gloria: "EEEEK!"(Slams curtains shut)
Gloria: "Urgh...that thing again!?!? He's a total perv! A peeping tom!"

We put our clothes back on, and decided to go back out. We get in the car, and Gloria complains it feels like she's sitting on something. She steps out of the car, and there's another freakin' Tarot card. The Lovers. On the back is "Have fun, kiddies."

Goddammit, why can't my life go back to normal?

Out of curiosity, I open the glove box, and ta-dah! ANOTHER F***ING CARD. The Tower.
Nothing written on the back this time, but Jesus Christ, where the hell are these cards coming from? Who's leaving them behind? Why are some of them written on? Why is Slenderman stalking us?

My life is a series of riddles.