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Thursday, February 3, 2011

New victim.

Angela said Hes been showing up outside her house. She came over a while ago. I knew i shouldn't have gone to see her. We've got to stick together now, i guess. I don't want him to take her. I feel horrible about this. The cuts on her arms seem to be healing extraordinarily quickly, though. She said they feel numb. Not sure what to make of it. Last time he cut me.... i remember a lot of blood, and incredible pain. Almost like snake venom or something. I dont know how long it took for the cuts to heal. The scars did disappear a lot faster than normal, though. I don't really know, and trying to think is giving me a headache.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Damn it

God damn it, next time i see that fucker i'm pulling his tentecles out of his back and shoving them so far up his ass it'll tear him a mouth. Fuck...

I was hanging out at Angela's. I haven't even seen Him in over a week. I figured it was safe to go see her. Me and Angie have been friends forever. We've been watching each others' backs since we were in kindergarten. I beat up her bullies and when a guy breaks my heart, she tears his out.  She knows what i've been going through. By some awesome stroke of luck, He seems to have deceided to leave her alone. Until today.

We were talking. She went to get a drink and i heard her scream bloody murder. No. No no no no fuck no! I was thinking. I got in there and she was on the ground with her shirt shredded and her arms dripping blood onto the floor. I made her get up and helped her clean the cuts out. They weren't too deep. No need for a hospital visit. As soon as she calmed down i asked her what happened. "It just appeared and those things came out of it's back. Oh god Ali, that things after you. It's going to kill you.Oh god, Oh god..." After that she just broke down and cried into my side and mumbled. I don't know what she was saying. I was too pissed. He just crossed the line.

Christian came over about an hour later. He's her boyfriend. He's been our friend since about 4th grade, and he, too, knows everything. I told him what happened and we all just tried to calm down. I stayed for about another hour. I figured he could take care of her. She called me a few minutes ago. Shes ok, and her mom is, of couse, oblivious. I'm going to find that fucker and  tear Him limb from limb. If He goes anywhere near her again...

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Ask, and you shall receive, Seek, and you will find.

I asked for this. Begged. Literally fucking begged. I wanted to see Him, to believe in him. Kinda like when you hear a ghost story and every time you go by that shabby house in the car you look in the top window searching for a face or a shadow. Until one day you see a little girl staring back, or, in my case, a tree in a business suit. Your stomach turns and you feel like your going to throw up because you know your fucked. As soon as i saw Him standing there, just hanging out, i knew what was going to happen.

It began so stupidly. Hanging out in a chat room with a bunch of losers. Bored out of my mind. Then, a girl says something about horror stories. It's on. Gotta see who can find the best one and use "Shat Brix" a million times. I was too busy reading them to post one myself. I love horror crap. Then, some chick posts something about Him. Something along the lines of "Now i'm scared and i hear tapping on the window. I hope its not Slender Man!" What? I thought to myself. The almighty google sat atop my screen, just waiting. And so it began. I believe Know Your Meme came first. Then, of course, i just had to look up Marble Hornets. After that, i sat up all night reading blogs and watching vlogs. By 4am, i was scared to look up from my computer screen. All the windows and doors were wide open. There hadn't been a burglary in our neighborhood for over a year, and it was hot as hell. I played Sushi Cat until the sun came up, trying to calm myself down. Eventually, i didn't get scared by things like Marble Hornets or EverymanHYBRID anymore. So i started wishing for him to show up. The rest is history.

I made this blog to try to find others that know the fear of truly seeing Him. And to try to help figure out a way to stop Him. I don't care what they say, He will die. With all the people trying to come up with a solution, it has to happen. Maybe one day things will go back to normal for us. Until then, we just have to keep thinking and trying.

Until next time, Ali.