Amnesia is such a generic plot point, isn't it? It's been overused in almost every genre imaginable. That's why I hate it at this point. I despise the generic, the static, and the stereotypical. Which is why my current predicament frustrates me to no end. I keep trying to think back to the night I met up with that infuriatingly enigmatic young woman and I draw a blank. I remember leaving the house and that's it. That's all! After that I wake up in my room, clutching that mystery prescription bottle of capsules. Why can't I remember anything?
I went to school the next day and she had "transferred". There was only one problem, no one remembered her. The teachers, the students, none of them. I don't really know how to feel about any of this so I may only turn to the solution of distracting myself until a more permanent solution presents itself.
I realize that in my last post I left out a few runners who have been in this thing for a little while and cannot go without mention.
Sanna: Despite her profile description that states: "I'm 17 and a runner. Nothing to see here." There's actually quite a bit to see here. This colorful brit has been around for a long while. I mean like two entire years! Well, I'm not actually sure when she started interacting with her terrifying stalker but she's been posting for a little over two years. The fact that she's still alive is actually quite amazing given her various run ins with dangerous individuals. People like Morningstar (who I want no part in speaking to), Kelevra (god rest his psychotic soul), and that's not even mentioning all of them or her biggest faceless fan. Anyways, it's amazing to see she's still alive and even through all the ordeals life has thrown at her she's been able to remain a semi charming individual. So give her blog a visit if you find the time. I raise a glass of....er...I don't know....I raise a glass of tea to you, Sanna.
Roy: Not exactly a teen but a young dude in his early twenties who's been in this thing for a little over two years as well. He's had encounters with at least six different of the "Fears" and a whole lot of other horrible people and he's still kicking even to this day. He started interacting with the Slenderman around that same time that his girlfriend at the time "died", and it was heavily implied that she had been interacting with the Slenderman as well. Roy has since lost much but he is still around. Visit his his blog if you want. It makes for some interesting reading if nothing else. And I tip my hat to you Roy....if I had one.
Well. That didn't distract me at all. Go figure, well I'm going to go find something to distract me.
Till next time.
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(updated as of 4/13/2015. Date put for my own purposes, ignore it if you would be so kind)
I actually can't believe I forgot to bring attention to this. I realize it has been almost an entire year since my last post. I assume most of you thought I must have been killed, or such and such. The last 10 months or so have been me gathering my wits back together. This whole thing, and I usually wouldn't admit this, has me shaken up. I was not in the right state of mind to type up any posts.
For the last 10 months, I've been obsessed with the issue of this girl's, Jorndanne's, disappearance from more than the school. From the teacher's, and students minds. But not mine. There are blanks in my mind but I clearly remember her. Having that blank is startling though.
I am still a little shaken and I am still trying to solve this strange puzzle, but I am less so than before and I'll be posting more often.
I don't know why I felt the need to put this explanation up but....yeah.
Once again, until next time.
Friday, April 10, 2015
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Let's talk
Alright so, it's come to my attention that a lot of teens seem to have a problem. A big one at that. It's a rising epidemic, especially as of late. It effects teens the most it seems. What am I talking about? It's not depression. It's not bulimia, or anorexia. No, it's none of those things.
What I'm talking about is teens gaining supernatural stalkers. It's a big problem lately. Many teens have been attracting the attention of some rather unsavory individuals.
A few examples:
Opal Everett: Relatively new to what runners and servants alike have dubbed "The Great Game". She falls under the runner category, given the fact that she is being chased by....The Black Dog. My heart goes out to this girl, really it does. Because dogs in general scare the living daylights out of me. So the Black Dog is a creature that would haunt my very nightmares if I actually chose to get a decent amount of sleep. Opal welcome to the game. I wish you the best of luck in overcoming your secret and by proxy, the Black Dog.
Skye Radke: This poor fellow isn't exactly new to "The Great Game", nor is he a veteran, having become a runner a little under a year ago. The kid is a Schizo, with a split personality that has violent tendencies, and he is being chased by a tall business man.....with no face.....and tentacles, that goes by the name Slenderman. If that wasn't bad enough, he may have another stalker, this one with a large smile. While it is not clear if The Smiling Man is chasing Skye or if he is chasing his proxy girlfriend, it has still caused him trouble. So I wish you the best of luck Skye, try not to attract any more Fears, yeah?
Tori Francis: The Proxy girlfriend mentioned above. She by far has been apart of "The Great Game" longer than anyone on this small list. She has been through a great deal of trauma, but still somehow retains her sanity. Well some of it anyways. She serves the Slenderman as a medic, and may or may not be on Smiley's hit list. You have my respect Tori for just surviving as long as you have. I wish you the best of luck in protecting your runner boyfriend and the undead little girl now within your care.
That's only a few examples, there are countless others, and the number grows each day. Then again, there is not much that can be done about it.
On to the other news, I spoke with Jordanne today. Well, I tried to. I had planned to speak to her during lunch to ask her about the strange event from the other night, and the pills she had given me. But she just handed me a note and walked away. The note only said "Not here, tonight same location" With an address and a time written on it. The location was the same street that I had encountered the horrible plague doctor creature she had called "49".
I will be going there tonight, despite everything in my head telling me not to. I'll post again soon with the details of whatever happens at this meeting.
What I'm talking about is teens gaining supernatural stalkers. It's a big problem lately. Many teens have been attracting the attention of some rather unsavory individuals.
A few examples:
Opal Everett: Relatively new to what runners and servants alike have dubbed "The Great Game". She falls under the runner category, given the fact that she is being chased by....The Black Dog. My heart goes out to this girl, really it does. Because dogs in general scare the living daylights out of me. So the Black Dog is a creature that would haunt my very nightmares if I actually chose to get a decent amount of sleep. Opal welcome to the game. I wish you the best of luck in overcoming your secret and by proxy, the Black Dog.
Skye Radke: This poor fellow isn't exactly new to "The Great Game", nor is he a veteran, having become a runner a little under a year ago. The kid is a Schizo, with a split personality that has violent tendencies, and he is being chased by a tall business man.....with no face.....and tentacles, that goes by the name Slenderman. If that wasn't bad enough, he may have another stalker, this one with a large smile. While it is not clear if The Smiling Man is chasing Skye or if he is chasing his proxy girlfriend, it has still caused him trouble. So I wish you the best of luck Skye, try not to attract any more Fears, yeah?
Tori Francis: The Proxy girlfriend mentioned above. She by far has been apart of "The Great Game" longer than anyone on this small list. She has been through a great deal of trauma, but still somehow retains her sanity. Well some of it anyways. She serves the Slenderman as a medic, and may or may not be on Smiley's hit list. You have my respect Tori for just surviving as long as you have. I wish you the best of luck in protecting your runner boyfriend and the undead little girl now within your care.
That's only a few examples, there are countless others, and the number grows each day. Then again, there is not much that can be done about it.
On to the other news, I spoke with Jordanne today. Well, I tried to. I had planned to speak to her during lunch to ask her about the strange event from the other night, and the pills she had given me. But she just handed me a note and walked away. The note only said "Not here, tonight same location" With an address and a time written on it. The location was the same street that I had encountered the horrible plague doctor creature she had called "49".
I will be going there tonight, despite everything in my head telling me not to. I'll post again soon with the details of whatever happens at this meeting.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
No more midnight strolls
Oh but why? Because of my little run in with my stalker the other night. It defies all logic, and I find myself having trouble keeping my thoughts together.
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I sighed to myself as I walked around the city. I knew that doing this was something that others would consider, dangerous. Walking around the streets at midnight was where a lot of main characters met their doom. But this wasn't a novel, or a creepypasta, or a story that counselors would tell their campers for kicks around the campfire. My eyes wandered the dead streets, completely silent, not a single person in sight, and the only lights coming from the moon and the few light posts that still worked; most of the buildings in this part of town were abandoned. I sighed, no this was reality. So there was nothing to fear.
I took strolls like this quite often, and always in this part of town. Sneaking out of the house was easy enough, and I rarely got any sleep so there was nothing better to do. It's a nice place to walk, peaceful, and most importantly as stated before, quiet. It's a perfect place to reflect on various things. Books I had read recently, the students I interacted with during the day, eve- A loud scream pierced the air and I froze. It seemed to be that of a mans, it was short and pained. It had ended abruptly, but it's origin was clear. There was an alley a block ahead of me.
I stood still for a few moments, debating whether I should investigate. Common sense told me to turn and run, but the horror junkie within me told me to check it out. Eventually my inner junkie won out and I made my way forward. I peaked my head out from around the corner, I would regret my decision. There was a man lying in a slowly growing pool of blood, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his face in a look of complete horror. A cloaked figure was crouching over the man, the figure moved it's arms rapidly, in a motion that was familiar to me. The cloaked figure was....stitching up the man's chest? He stopped abruptly and the figure twisted, standing up straight and looking directly at me, giving me a chance to fully study his, or it's appearance.
I'll just refer to "him" as an it. It stood tall at about 6 feet, dressed in what looked to be the traditional garb, of what was known as in 15/16th century Europe as a "plague doctor". Complete with a long beak-nosed mask, it was white. The only part of the face I could see were the eyes. They looked human, and held curiosity. I was simply frozen, too stunned to move. The figure stepped to the side as a groan rang throughout the alley, coming from the man that could not possibly be alive. Not with the amount of blood he had lost.
Yet, slowly but surely, the formerly thought dead man stood to his feet. The man was shirtless and pale, a long set of stitches running up the center of his chest. He stood with his back hunched and swaying side to side. His eyes though, they were dull, as if the man was truly dead. No, they just looked empty. I snapped out of my daze as the man moved towards me with another groan. I backed out of the alley way, and looked from my left to my right, seeing no one around I began to run to the right only to trip because of my panic. Before I could get up, the man was upon me. He jumped on to me and opened his mouth wide and neared my face, I could smell his putrid breath before a gun shot rang out. The man went stiff as I felt warm liquid cover my face, that I would later realize was blood.
I pushed the man off of me and hurriedly scooted backwards. I glanced up, to see the girl from the other day standing a few yards away, arm raised, a gun in hand. The thing in the "plague doctor" garb walked out of the alley and walked towards me. It walked by the girl, completely ignoring her presence. It was walking towards me muttering to itself. My eyes widened and I desperately tried to crawl away.
It froze though as the girl spoke up, her voice even, as if none of this effected her. "Don't you think that's enough 49?" It turned around and stared at the girl.
It sighed, "I suppose so."
She didn't lower the gun, "You will come peacefully then?" They stared each other for a few moments more before it nodded. It walked past her and continued to walk even as she stayed still, watching me, studying me. She seemed to nod to herself as if coming to a decision. She reached in to her pocket and tossed me something which I caught, it seemed to be a small pill bottle. Orange and clear like that of a prescription. It was about halfway filled with red pills. I looked up at her questioningly but she simply walked away following "49" whatever the hell that means.
I kept the pills. Just in case. Maybe they would be useful.
I'm not sure what any of this means. I have no way of understanding what happened that night. All I do know is that I'm tired and that I'm going to take a long nap.
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I sighed to myself as I walked around the city. I knew that doing this was something that others would consider, dangerous. Walking around the streets at midnight was where a lot of main characters met their doom. But this wasn't a novel, or a creepypasta, or a story that counselors would tell their campers for kicks around the campfire. My eyes wandered the dead streets, completely silent, not a single person in sight, and the only lights coming from the moon and the few light posts that still worked; most of the buildings in this part of town were abandoned. I sighed, no this was reality. So there was nothing to fear.
I took strolls like this quite often, and always in this part of town. Sneaking out of the house was easy enough, and I rarely got any sleep so there was nothing better to do. It's a nice place to walk, peaceful, and most importantly as stated before, quiet. It's a perfect place to reflect on various things. Books I had read recently, the students I interacted with during the day, eve- A loud scream pierced the air and I froze. It seemed to be that of a mans, it was short and pained. It had ended abruptly, but it's origin was clear. There was an alley a block ahead of me.
I stood still for a few moments, debating whether I should investigate. Common sense told me to turn and run, but the horror junkie within me told me to check it out. Eventually my inner junkie won out and I made my way forward. I peaked my head out from around the corner, I would regret my decision. There was a man lying in a slowly growing pool of blood, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his face in a look of complete horror. A cloaked figure was crouching over the man, the figure moved it's arms rapidly, in a motion that was familiar to me. The cloaked figure was....stitching up the man's chest? He stopped abruptly and the figure twisted, standing up straight and looking directly at me, giving me a chance to fully study his, or it's appearance.
I'll just refer to "him" as an it. It stood tall at about 6 feet, dressed in what looked to be the traditional garb, of what was known as in 15/16th century Europe as a "plague doctor". Complete with a long beak-nosed mask, it was white. The only part of the face I could see were the eyes. They looked human, and held curiosity. I was simply frozen, too stunned to move. The figure stepped to the side as a groan rang throughout the alley, coming from the man that could not possibly be alive. Not with the amount of blood he had lost.
Yet, slowly but surely, the formerly thought dead man stood to his feet. The man was shirtless and pale, a long set of stitches running up the center of his chest. He stood with his back hunched and swaying side to side. His eyes though, they were dull, as if the man was truly dead. No, they just looked empty. I snapped out of my daze as the man moved towards me with another groan. I backed out of the alley way, and looked from my left to my right, seeing no one around I began to run to the right only to trip because of my panic. Before I could get up, the man was upon me. He jumped on to me and opened his mouth wide and neared my face, I could smell his putrid breath before a gun shot rang out. The man went stiff as I felt warm liquid cover my face, that I would later realize was blood.
I pushed the man off of me and hurriedly scooted backwards. I glanced up, to see the girl from the other day standing a few yards away, arm raised, a gun in hand. The thing in the "plague doctor" garb walked out of the alley and walked towards me. It walked by the girl, completely ignoring her presence. It was walking towards me muttering to itself. My eyes widened and I desperately tried to crawl away.
It froze though as the girl spoke up, her voice even, as if none of this effected her. "Don't you think that's enough 49?" It turned around and stared at the girl.
It sighed, "I suppose so."
She didn't lower the gun, "You will come peacefully then?" They stared each other for a few moments more before it nodded. It walked past her and continued to walk even as she stayed still, watching me, studying me. She seemed to nod to herself as if coming to a decision. She reached in to her pocket and tossed me something which I caught, it seemed to be a small pill bottle. Orange and clear like that of a prescription. It was about halfway filled with red pills. I looked up at her questioningly but she simply walked away following "49" whatever the hell that means.
I kept the pills. Just in case. Maybe they would be useful.
I'm not sure what any of this means. I have no way of understanding what happened that night. All I do know is that I'm tired and that I'm going to take a long nap.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Not sure how to handle this
A new kid showed up at school today, teacher said she was a transfer student. Kid's name was Jordanne. What was strange that she's even more quiet then me. Had she not been called on by the teacher I would have thought she was a mute. And call me paranoid, but I'm pretty sure the girl was staring at me all through class. Usually I would have dismissed this as my own paranoia getting to me. One does tend to be paranoid when they spend a majority of their time reading horror. You all understand of course, since you all seem to be crazy.
I could have just left it there. Maybe I had something in my teeth(which I showed a lot in my charming smiles). But get this! The girl actually followed me home! She stopped once I had entered my house. I watched her as she stared at my door for a good five minutes before continuing to walk down the sidewalk. It was a rather creepy occurrence. Not one of the ones I enjoy either.
So then I thought of what I can do about my stalker problem, and then I realized that there was nothing I could do. As much as that irritates me, I dislike sitting on my hands and doing nothing. Of course I could just be overreacting to all of this. Perhaps her house was simply the same way as mine. Perhaps my house was simply interesting to her so she decided to look at it for a few moments. Only time will tell I suppose.
Today's creepypasta:
I could have just left it there. Maybe I had something in my teeth(which I showed a lot in my charming smiles). But get this! The girl actually followed me home! She stopped once I had entered my house. I watched her as she stared at my door for a good five minutes before continuing to walk down the sidewalk. It was a rather creepy occurrence. Not one of the ones I enjoy either.
So then I thought of what I can do about my stalker problem, and then I realized that there was nothing I could do. As much as that irritates me, I dislike sitting on my hands and doing nothing. Of course I could just be overreacting to all of this. Perhaps her house was simply the same way as mine. Perhaps my house was simply interesting to her so she decided to look at it for a few moments. Only time will tell I suppose.
Today's creepypasta:
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Looking in the mirror
And your reflection is staring back.
The straitjacket is new though, and yet it's already torn. So is the unruly red hair.
Though I told you to smile, this smile doesn't even fit on your face, it's unnerving.
And your eyes, looking at them is giving me a headache.
I'm beginning to think this isn't your reflection at all.
This won't do. No, no, no, this won't do at all.
The straitjacket is new though, and yet it's already torn. So is the unruly red hair.
Though I told you to smile, this smile doesn't even fit on your face, it's unnerving.
And your eyes, looking at them is giving me a headache.
I'm beginning to think this isn't your reflection at all.
This won't do. No, no, no, this won't do at all.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Setting the stage
Greetings, ladies and gentleman. My name is Edward Valentine.
I'm seventeen and a senior in high school. I spend my time reading, when I'm not buried in homework, or hanging out with my piles of friends. Note the sarcasm. I'm actually the loner in my school. Try to remember back to your school days for a moment. Remember that kid that always sat in the back, all quiet like? The kid that everyone always called creepy? Yeah that's me.
So I usually find a lot of time to read.
You may find yourself wondering, "What is it he reads?" If not, I'm going to tell you anyways. I enjoy stories that fall in the horror genre. Stephen King, Dean Koontz, H.P. Lovecraft, etc. When I'm not reading horror novels I find myself exploring the archives of this site. The creatures that people can come up with are surprisingly frightening. Psychopathic faceless business men, slack-jawed stalkers, even killers who are worried about your sleeping habits. That last one still gives me shivers.
What amazes me the most, is that there are people that act like some of these creatures are real. Saying that they're actually running from one, such as this Raggedy fellow, or this Mad scientist woman. Then scarier yet, we have people saying that they actually serve one of them. Like this twisted yet strangely amusing woman who has a knack for knitting, or this scarred medic with a schizophrenic boyfriend. It's all strange, yet fascinating.
There's not much else to say. Not anything else I feel the need to tell you about. So that brings this post to a close.
I welcome you to the freak show, please take your seats and prepare yourselves.
Welcome
Smile now, don't let them see. That's not quite right. No, little bit bigger. Smaller.... a bit cheesier. Perfect.
Your smile is full of life, yet your eyes are dead. They make you a dead giveaway. See what I did there?
Come now, you can't even manage a courtesy laugh?
You don't wish to do this anymore? Of course you don't, you say this everyday. Well, suck it up. Grin and bear it. Be the quiet, polite boy they know. Not the monster you truly are.
You've fooled them good, haven't you? All these years.
Get ready.
Won't be long now.
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