May 4, 2012 – Friday
I didn’t have my recorder with me today…too bad…I would’ve caught the most important piece of evidence of “him.” I usually don’t update a journal or a blog, so this is new to me…whenever something happens like this, I want to write it down, in case I forget.
To start off, my name is Justin Sampson, and I am in college, majoring in Sales Marketing.
I was walking to my apartment after my Chemistry class today, hoping to just relax for a few hours before my big date tonight!! Avery Johnson…HECK YES!! I had finally picked up some courage to ask her on a double date with my roommate tonight. We were going to go out to Big Jack’s for pizza and then go to the new Avengers movie.
Okay, I’m getting off topic….anyways….I made it back to my apartment. My roommate, Miles, wasn’t home from class yet. I sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Flipping through the channels, I came across a static channel. For a second, I just left it on, staring off in to the gray and black screen, letting my mind clear itself. A few seconds later, the static began to shift around, as if the TV connection was completely giving out. The static then shut to black…I tried to flip channels, but my remote wasn’t working.
Then…something came on my screen. Green, electronic text began to appear on the black screen. I would never forget what it said: “ALWAYS WATCHING”. I instantly got up and tried to manually turn off the TV. Once I pushed the “On/Off” button, the TV made a loud, screeching noise. I backed up, hands to my ears, but the noise crept through my hands. The words on the screen changed. This time, it read, “OPEN YOUR WINDOW, I WANT TO SAY HELLO.”
Why didn’t I grab my video recorder first?
I went over to my kitchen window and opened the blinds. First off, I lived on the bottom level of my apartment, and the only scenery outside was the apartment parking lot.
This time, a large figure was on the other side of the window pane. He had a black suit and a red tie. His torso looked a little elongated, and very skinny. He had long arms…so long that I couldn’t see his hands from where I was standing. The worst part was his face…..THERE WAS NO FACE! His head was just a pale white, round form with no eyes, ears, or nose. There were cheekbone and eye socket indents, but nothing else. I began to shiver, realizing who this was.
It was Slenderman.
I had read about the “Slenderman Myth”…I thought it was interesting! I did research deep into the night. It was terrifying, yet so intriguing.
Then, I realized something while I was looking at this dark, looming figure:
“Nice try, Miles,” I said out loud, “That doesn’t scare me.”
The figure just stood there for a second. Then, the TV began to screech again. I held up my hands to my ears again…Then, something terrible happened.
The “Slenderman” began to sprout tentacles. There were four of them. The tentacles were wiggling out, growing longer. He then raised up his arm…and I saw his hand. He had five long fingers that ended in sharp points.
It was terrifying…I haven’t ever seen anything as real and so………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………HELLO THERE. YOU MAY NOT KNOW ME, BUT I KNOW YOU. IF YOU ARE READING THIS…I AM AFTER YOU. THERE WILL NEVER BE AN END. MY PRESENCE IS IN YOU NOW, JUST AS I AM NOW WITH JUSTIN!
I WON’T STOP!!uly 9, 2012 – Monday
So I had written every single day since I saw him at the end of May, but yesterday, someone hacked my computer and erased my entries. I did all I could do save them, but with no avail. The only thing that remained was the first half of my first entry and that odd, bold lettered text at the end of my first entry, which I didn’t write, by the way. I don’t have the patience to write down everything again. These last two months were terrible. First, my father died of a heart attack…then Miles began to date Avery and they both dropped out of college, and a few days ago, my brother was kidnapped. His name is Samuel. We have been on the search for him nonstop. Today, my mom received a text from an unknown number that read: “I’m okay, mom.” We have tried all we could to text back, but, of course, with no avail. That text is all we have from him, now.
My brother and I weren’t really close, with him being six years older than me, but I don’t believe he could just shut our family off, especially after Dad.
I don’t think he was kidnapped…I think “he” got my brother.
Two days after I saw “him” for the first time, I texted my brother, telling him about Slenderman and my experience with him. A week later, my brother texted me, just saying “I see him too.” I tried calling several times, but my phone went dead every time I tried. I still haven’t told anybody about this.
Over the course of two months, I have seen Slenderman four times. Unfortunately, the other three experiences I had with him were erased from my computer. They were similar to my first experience: being alone, screwing with technology, and odd events occurring after each of them. I don’t know what to do anymore.
July 10, 2012 – Tuesday
Heard from Sam today. He texted me something odd: ”FLOUNDERS-TOMORROW NIGHT”.
“Flounders” was our code word for meeting up at a park near our home. When we were pretty little, we used to say this to each other and we would go hhang at the little park.
I know that somethiing is ging to go wronggg tomorrow, but I need too face my tyfears. I have ran ran ffrom “him” every time I’ve seen him. Tthiiiis timgsfe, I’m readyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyYOU’RE NEVER READYyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.