But I’m turning off the ask box and going to just leave this blog here as a testament to my failure of an fear blog.
I like my writing and don’t want to get rid of it though.
I awoke with a start to an unfamiliar ceiling, the motel I’d chosen had brown mold patches spread across the light blue of the dank darkness above me.
I lay there, drowsy in my reverie, not sure exactly why I had awoken. A shadow passed across the light from the streetlight outside, a brief rumble like that of a truck carried with it the howling sounds of dogs also awake and perturbed by the hour.
Tap tap tap tap.
A figure in black watching me through the window.
Crashing to the floor and scrambling for my gun I’d stashed under the bed.
Raising my gun in a defensive posture I slid across the room in the shadows, attempting to conceal my movement and breathing from whoever it was on the other side of the glass.
A bit of blood dripped from my nose onto my hand. The slightest tremble ripples through my body.
Risking a peek, heart palpitating rapidly in my chest, I lifted the drape on my side slightly so I could look through the smallest gap.
Nobody was there.
No, there was movement out on the parking lot.
A man in silhouette walking off lopingly into the darkness of the nearby forest, lit purely by the purest sliver of moonlight casting sharp relief of strangeness across his disappearing figure.
I started coughing, badly… the worst I’d ever done before. I’m not even an asthmatic but it felt like I was short of breath and choking on my own tongue.
More blood drips from my nose and I cough up blood, splattering the wall red with one particularly nasty convulsion.
I blacked out.
Let me set the scene for you so you can understand the problems I faced.
The town I was in was rather insular, the kind of place where everybody knows everybody else, and where somebody like me, who had attempted to fit in by getting some local-style clothing, still stuck out like a sore thumb.
The place I pulled up at first was the gas stop on the edge of town. A quaint little place with diner attached, you know the type. Truckers would occasionally be seen coming through here, but obviously not enough traffic through here to really make the place look like it was anything more than that.
Grime covered black and white linoleum tiles all the way from the front to the back, with smoke stained windows. Guess they weren’t too concerned about the fact they were sharing the air with gas fumes. Only the gruff looking, bearded fella’ at the counter and not much else to look at.
Approaching him I asked where a good place to stay the night was and he pointed me to a run down joint a few streets over that, like the gas stop, had probably seen better days.
I got settled that night and resolved to head out first thing in the morning, with a place like this, the earlier you are up the less chance you have of missing people while they got their morning coffee. And I expected to do a fair bit of eavesdropping the next day.
Waking up at 3 am was unexpected however.
It started simply enough, some reports had come into CPIRA concerning this… Slender character… a possible tulpa or some-such. Remember, this was years ago, before we had the minimal amount of knowledge we have barely scraped together now.
There were reports of children, teens and young adults being found either strung up in forests, having gone missing in forests, or concerns coming in fromt the individuals themselves trying to get help from the CPIRA phishing network. Of course, to be able to sort this out, I was tasked with going in with my typical style of investigation.
Research, Encounter and Destroy. It was deemed that the threat to civilian life was too high for any other option to take place.
I headed out from my New York apartment, not sure what to expect, to a place further south down the coast. To avoid any particular danger to you reader, I am not going to tell you where exactly, just that it was a very heavily wooded community a fair drive off from main roads.
An eerie quiet fell over me as I took the wooden bridge into the small community, unsure of how the investigation would go.
So it seems that a video game has brought the whole slender man issue to the forefront of peoples minds in the recent week.
I thought I’d come back and use this timing to expand a bit more on what happened to me.
Back during my time with CPIRA I’d made a name for myself for taking out quite a few cases and closing the un-closeable cases along the way.
This case however changed everything.
Sorry I haven’t been around much.
Been running, and believe me when I say that it’s not how I’d like to deal with my problems.
I was right about CPIRA though. They were never going to end up letting me rejoin properly. All they wanted was to keep testing me and checking my psychological profile against their predictions and other ‘candidates’.
Oh yeah, the ‘candidates’…
Found out CPIRA is now attempting to rebuild after the massive attack that happened back at the start of the year. I, and a number of others by the way it was hinted at, were ‘candidates’ to take part in what was being called Operation Firebrand.
Don’t know what they wanted from me, but when they started bringing out the surgical equipment I knew I had to make a break for it. Up until that point I’d been gauging my strength, and biding my time. They weren’t prepared for my ferocity.
I escaped, and in doing so, also managed to free two others. Don’t know who they were apart from the fact they were eager to get out also.
We’ve gone our separate ways now, but I’m guessing our paths will cross again in the future.
Running is taxing, feels like I haven’t stopped for months. Probably because I really have been running that long.
Oh, heard from RedRage and Cruser recently. She still hates his guts but they are getting along. Mutually beneficial survival and all that.
I’m very sad to hear from Cruser that the last she remembers of Muse is that he had been put onto suicide watch at a psychiatric ward in hospital. She still tries to see him every now and then, but…
I hate to leave out on a down like that, so I will end by saying that I’m going to try to offer advice to people on their own personal blogs. Unfortunately, to do so I’m going to stay in Anon mode, but rest assured that I will identify myself and try to share my knowledge of all things Slenderman and Fear Mythos related.
Good luck to all of you out there, I hope that the nights are peaceful and that your days are shared with friends.
dreamerslullaby asked: RedRage, you'd better be back to do some good. Don't let me down.