This Will be the Last

I found her, friends. I finally found her. After all the trials and tribulations. After all the searching, I've found her. And now we can finally be together again. All of us. Her whole congregation is here. We are here to help her. To do her bidding. To find more. I will not have time or purpose to post on here anymore, so this is where I end it. I suppose it would be rude of me to not provide an account of the event.

Before I even set out on my journey, I made sure to get the axe I remembered having in the dream to assist me. got to Portland only the day after I made my last post. It took some time to be able to have enough courage to go back to that place after everything that had happened there, but I eventually did. I entered the park and felt almost at home in a strange way. I suppose after going there since I was little, even near death experiences couldn't make me afraid of this place. I decided to take a leisurely walk through the park. Take detours. Visit the witches castle. After all, I didn't know if I would ever come out again. Everything seemed so serene and peaceful. Like the calm before the storm.

Eventually, I stopped stalling and focused on the current objective. I got my bearings and went in what i was pretty sure was the direction of the clearing. I went the wrong way a couple times, but the dreams had helped. I got to the clearing after about an hour of walking around. As in the dream, the tree was closed up. Unlike the dream, I did not freak out. I walked calmly up to the trunk at started chopping at where the hole should be. Everything happened like it had in the dream, Only nobody was in the small room with the candle. I decided they must be hiding. I poised to charge. I did. I got the middle of the room and tripped on something. I still don't know what. With a mouth full of dirt and I don't even know what else, I sat up and saw her standing over me.

She helped me up. She seemed strong for a girl of her age. I got up, dusted off my pants, and felt myself being pulled down. Once I was at her height, she whispered something in my ear. Something I cannot repeat. I'm not allowed to. But it was something that gave me a lot of clarity. I knew what I was meant to do now. I could see now. There were many people in the room with me. My friend. The woman from the store. Even the thing that caused all this from the beginning. Everyone was here and I was no longer afraid of any of them. They all seemed like friends.Like we were all in the same boat. Because we are. We will always be.

So I stay here now, if I'm not assigned something to do. It may seem like a boring lifestyle, but I love doing what I do. We all do. As a final word, I would like to apologize to Mark or anyone else that I may have been helping. Goodbye to you readers. Hope you can join us one day.

And from everyone here,
Stay smiling, friends.

New Approach

I know what I'm supposed to do now. And it came to me in a dream.

I was walking along the pathway I walked along in one of my first dreams. The one in forest park, where I first saw The Slender Man. I'm walking in the same direction I did in that dream. Eventually, I get to the all too familiar clearing. Only this time, the tree is closed up. There is no entrance. So I freak out. I take an axe that I apparently had on my back and just start hacking away at where the hole should be. Eventually, I can see through a small crack I've made. I start working away at that one spot, and eventually there is a hole just big enough for me to fit through.

I push through into an area of almost complete darkness, but I can see a dim light in the distance. I start walking toward the light. I get to the end of the "hallway" and see him standing over her as if to protect her. She's just sitting there drawing on the ground with her finger. I get ready to charge and then wake up.

So I'll do just that. Only, after I poise to charge, I will charge. And I will kill him. I don't care what happened to that other guy. I will save her. We will be together again.

-Casey

New Information

Well, I took Mark's advice and tried to find something about her. I started out with basic physical traits. That yielded nothing but picture of other people having a wonderful time with their little kids. Useless.

I was hopeless. I didn't know what to do. Mark said something about searching her "powers". I don't know what the fuck that even means. I began to get frustrated. So frustrated that Smile asked me what was wrong. I told him. He just shook his head sat in the corner. I can't believe I'm still even keeping him with me. The ungrateful bastard.

I began to smash my keyboard. I typed things that wouldn't give me any results.

"I love you"

"Please come back"

And soon enough I typed, "Girl that you care about, and one day, she vanishes.

I got something.

I got a link to another blog. A blog about a man who cannot get over his slightly pedophelic tendencies. A man who has a friend who needs help. His friend has been driven insane trying to find a little girl who she lost. This little girl was taken by police. She was given to him. He instantly loved her. Just like I did. His friend came back and tried to get the girl. She was apprehended. He kept taking care of her. She whispered to him. He was hers forever.

-Casey

Dear Mark

I have been so busy over the past bit that I haven't really tried to contact you. We should really talk. I think a relationship could be mutually beneficial.

I've still been looking for her. I think you're experiences might be able to help me find her.

But I suppose that all you readers would like to know what has happened since last time we spoke. Not much has, but there was one very important thing that happened. I saw her again. She didn't see me, but I saw her. She was in a supermarket wandering around. A random woman I had never seen before pulled her out before I could make eye contact. I tried to follow them, but I lost them. I swear she almost looked...ugly. Sickly, even. Like she had had a stroke.

I've also had a new dream. It took place in a black void. It seemed to have no floor, no ceiling, no walls. Just blackness everywhere. I'm standing this time rather than the usual sitting. When I look around, I see him next to me. The only difference is that he seems almost the same height as me. As if he's been diminished in some way. It feels strange to stand so close to him and not panic, but I stand there as tranquil as a monk. Almost like I feel we relate in some way. Like we are the same degraded man.

When I look straight forward, I see her standing there. She's facing away from both of us, looking into a bright, white light. She starts walking toward it. I begin trying to struggle to catch her. To stop her from leaving. I can only move my head. I look over at him and see him attempting to move as well. All he can do is shake his head in panic. I try to stay calm. It's hard, but I am able to keep myself from crying and obscuring my vision.

She is almost a perfect silhouette when she turns her head back and smiles. Her face begins to melt and she turns away and disappears into the light.

-Casey

Renewed Friendship

I woke up to a interesting sight this morning. I saw a man in a hoodie huddled over in the corner. He was sitting there, motionless. I got out of my grody motel bed and retrieved an ever so convenient lamp off of my bedside table. I snuck up in front of him and nudged him with my foot. He looked up and I finally saw his eyes for what they truly were. Blind.

At first, I didn't recognize him. But then the outline seemed familiar. His shape. I dropped the lamp and heard it shatter on the floor. He reached his hand as if for me to help him up. I don't know how he made his way inside or how he was even able to see me. But something was guiding him. I grabbed his hand and felt a surge of nostalgia. Like I was sitting with an old friend.

I heard him ask me a question. It was faint at first but I eventually caught a voice in my head. His lips didn't move, but I heard him speak. He reminded me that he was only a friend. He told me that he wished to help. I told him he would have to prove it. He showed me everything.


When I woke up, it seemed to be the middle of the night. He was sitting next to me, watching. The only memories I had between me falling asleep and me waking up were images. Images from eyes which were not familiar to me. Images from his world. My family and friends being tortured. Maimed. Killed. I was seemingly forced to watch them go through all of this suffering. When I awoke, I thought I would punch him. Or strangle him. I should've, considering the things I saw him do.

Instead, I only felt pity. I felt sad for him. I would've ended it all had I been forced to do all those things. He was able to fight through to make sure the person he cared about lived. And that person was me. I don't know why, but I know he cares about me. I know he wants to help. I'll post when I next can, we're gonna hop outta here before they bill us.

-Casey

False Victory

That's right. I had done it. I had killed the thing that I've been trying to get away from for months. Or did I?

After my state of adrenaline and euphoria faded away, I began to take in my surroundings. And I realized that I was not as victorious as I had been so sure about. I look down, blood covering my boots, and See the crushed skull of a man. Mid-30s maybe. I began to panic and freak out. I hastily hid the body (good thing I was wearing gloves). I also washed all the now red blood off of my grandparent's car. I took one more gland at the road behind my car to find her still gone. I had done nothing. Well, except for kill a man. That wasn't new for me. The puking was, though. Never thought I had so much stored in my stomach. I got back in the car and broke down for a bit. After breathing deeply and wiping my tears from my eyes, I began driving forward again. Like it was just another day. I didn't look suspicious at all.

I finally got to a town the next morning. I decided that I would keep driving after I got something to eat. So I went to a truck stop diner place. It was alright enough. Then, I went back to the car to find a note in my car.

"You will never know when you have truly won. You are too imaginative for that.

:)"

That bitch. Why doesn't he just come and face me? I have experience now! I could take him! If he wants to come get me, let him come. I will stomp him into the ground if I have to.

-Casey

More sightings

I am seeing them everywhere now. Almost like he's trying to taunt me. That bastard...

I just wish I knew if I was hallucinating or not. Only one time have I actually interacted with him recently.

I was driving again. And I saw him again. And I rammed the fucker. I was out in the middle of nowhere, driving East. He was just standing there in the middle of the road, like he had nothing to fear. Shows him. I smashed into him and watched him smash into the hood of the car, black blood spraying everywhere. Only then did I realize that she was behind me in the road, Having flown all the way through the car windows. I unbuckled and ran out as fast as I could only to find her gone. She disappeared from my grasp again. This time It's all my fault. I'll never forgive myself for this.

But I held in the tears and walked back to the car. He was still there, not completely dead, but not even close to alive. I raised my foot, heard some garbled scream, then smashed his head open. And red blood went everywhere.

-Casey