Monday, November 29, 2010

Owen Adele

It said



Not, own adele. Owen.

First and last name, I guess.

If anyone knows someone named Adele Owen (or Owen Adele, Adele seems more like a first name to me), please contact me or something. I think she/he's in trouble. Big. Fucking. Trouble.

Sidenote: I went to the post office today and had this waiting for me. (Must have come while I was gone)

The little things that cheer you up.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

First Set of Notes: Victims

My notebook is a total mess from all the shit I've written in it. Everytime I remember something, think something, I need to put it down asap. I can't risk losing this information. So it's time to start, time to let the world, and the rest of the people being followed by the slender man or other devices know what I've been through, what I've learned.

As you can assume, I've done certain things I'm not proud of while under his thrall (or if you prefer, while I was "hollowed"), and I won't be speaking of my guilt until it's neccesary. Allow me this? Thanks.

Now, from what I can tell, the slender man has three basic types of victims. There may be a lot of other types or variations, but these are the big distinctions I found.


As the Father, he seeks out his Children, follows them, watches them. Sometimes for weeks, months...he may even decide to play with you. Make your life a little more "Fun"...Until he finally decides that he likes you enough, that your worthy of his total "love".
Now, as most of us by now know (Probably by way of M), you become capable of being stalked by him once you know about him. Once you know about him, he knows about you. God help you if he decides to show you his love. Love of course, being taken off and never seen again. Killed. Father wants to show love to all Children.


He may decide you're good enough (I don't exactly know what kind of critera you have to meet), and choose to "Adopt" you. These are the step-children, he "hollows you out" and proceeds to make you his puppet. This is what happened to me, I guess. He gets you to do stuff for him, he never speaks, you just...know. What you have to do just comes to you as if an instinct. He'll tell you to bring someone to him, to kill someone's family...stuff like that. ...I assume. I don't know all the why and how--it's not like I was asking him questions; this is all observation. There were only a few that were around me. So I assume that this is the category with the lowest amount of people. Eventually, when he's done with you, he shows you his love...or disowns you. Regardless, you die.
I have no idea why I didn't meet this fate.

Finally there are the Orphans, the people he chooses are unworthy of love, or are in the way of him giving it to someone he really wants to love. These are the people you find tied to trees in black bags, skewered on a tree branch, a bloody smear on the wall...or even just "gone".

Sir Slender Man, you know there's really no difference when you KILL SOMEONE, right?

Another important thing you should note: I use this family terminology note as an absolute, but simply how I perceived it when I was "hollowed". When my mind went to madness, this was how I saw the world, how I saw the slender man, and everyone around me. So when I say "children" or "step children" you could easily substitute stuff like "chosen" or "worthy" or whatever you'd like. This is just how I know it, and it's how I can put it into words. I doubt he actually thinks he's some sort of Daddy, it's just how I saw it.

I'm gonna look over my crazy notes to put together another informative posts tomorrow or sometime, but now I'll explain some current events.

I've checked all of the letters and paper and stuff that was in my jacket when I woke up. A lot of crazy scribbling, as to be expected. There's around 74 of them. 20 of which I scribbled with "OWN ADELE OWN ADELE. COMING COMING." And a bunch of letters and numbers. More than I can count.

Own Adele?
Poor girl.
I'll talk more about these papers when I can think of something about them. When I can piece what they mean together. Maybe I'll scan some sometime.

Also,you may be wondering, "Shiloh, why aren't you on the run yet? The slender man is after you!" Well...I'm not sure if I should yet. Does he still want me? I haven't seen him, felt him(if he's following you, you probably know what I mean) since I got back. Maybe he forgot about me or something? can only hope.

That's not the really weird thing though.
The really weird thing is that nobody, my parents, my friends.
They don't remember I was ever gone.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Sleeping Beauty

Shiloh Ryan, here. Don't worry. I'm not crazy or anything...I'm back to normal. Well, sane...How this is though...
You're all probably wondering what exactly happened to me for the last two weeks, and believe me, it's not something easy for me to put into words...I'll get to that in a moment, but first, theres something I need to say about, well, everything.

We live our lives based on what we accept as true, right, concrete...That's how we define our "reality" Can we really say for sure what's true? What's correct? Is the stuff in front of us concrete, or just a result of our own delusion? It's just a bunch of vague concepts, "reality" could be just as much a delusion as seeing monster or ghosts. Monsters aren't real, Ghosts aren't real...Why? Because we can't prove that they are. Our world is shaped by our own reality, our own beliefs. My reality isn't the same as anyone elses anymore. So many things are real to me now. The world I live in has been stripped of it's logical, physical bindings.

The slender man is real.
Shannon, Danny, it's best the two of you accept this before it's too late.

On November 11th, I went to Millenium Park with my friend Sean to meet up with this guy who had been stalking me and sending me all this creepy shit. We eventually saw him, and he ran immediately. We chased him out into the city, I can only imagine what the people around us thought. It didn't matter to me though, I wanted to pound this dude's face in if it was the last thing I ever did. We followed him into an alleyway, I was sprinting as fast as I could, Sean not far behind me when the blond guy turned a corner. Before we could turn it ourselves, he stepped out in front of us.

Black suit, no face. I can't put into words the horror of this moment. Everything in my life up to that point was nothing compared to seeing a nightmare become flesh.

I felt something enter me. A piercing pain in my stomach. I'd been stabbed by something long and thick, I felt where it entered and where it exited out the back. It went all the way through. Blood seemed to rocked out from my mouth. I could see each drop moving farther from my face as if it was in slow motion. After that, I must have passed out.

The next thing I remember is being dazed in dark room or garage or basement or something. I was handcuffed to some object. My memory is foggy about this part, I remember waking up many, many times during this. My concept of time was completely gone. (I must have tried to record it from my phone during one of the times I woke up as seen in the video titled "cove". I can imagine who uploaded that from my phone.)

Eventually, I woke up, this time not being so disoriented. I was in about two inches of water. It was dark, everything black, I couldn't see anything at all. I thrashed around, I could feel myself surrounded by what I can only describe as soft, thin slices of some sort of meat or something. Some were floating, some I could feel on the surface of the floor under the water. As I violently thrashed about I eventually started to inhale and swallow a bit of the water on accident. Only then did I realize it wasn't water.

It was blood.

I gasped and choked on the horrid, metallic liquid in my mouth. I vomited almost immediately; I knew it wasn't my own blood, and that thought made me vomit a second time. I was choking on the blood of other people, and it was REAL. I thrashed about ever harder, cutting my wrist on my handcuffs in the process and started screaming. It was a wonder that I wasn't doing that already. I couldn't think straight; I started clawing my eyes to find a fabric covering them. It felt like bandages. I have no idea WHY bandages were put over my eyes but it only served to freak me out even more. Instinctively I started calling out for my parents.
Isn't that sad?

I heard footsteps coming towards me, not long after that I blacked out.

The next thing I knew, he was my "father". The slender man.
Yes, I know that's crazy, but it's something I can't explain. I became his puppet after that, and...I remember everything. All of it. I don't know why I did what I was doing.

Last night, Tuesday at about 1:00AM or something...I don't remember exactly, I woke up in the middle of a forest preserve or something, not too far from my home, 16 miles maybe. Immediatley I knew that I was back to my old self. Everything that had just happened hit me instantly. Except, of course, what happened BEFORE I blacked out this time. That was the only gap.

It was like I had been joined with a different person. Like Shiloh died in that pool of blood, became someone else, and then he joined with Shiloh to become what I am now. It was like I took another person's memories as my own.

I've been reading some of the stuff I've said to some people, and I can only say that I'm sorry. That wasn't me. Whatever I became was NOT ME.

Anyway, when I woke up I took my phone out of my pocket. It was about to die, which makes sense as that was probably how I was communicating on here in the first place. Fuck my 3Gs. I went to my GPS and found where I was and started walking home in a daze. There wasn't anything else I could do anyway. After an hour or so of that, a cop rolled by and pulled up next to me. He questioned what I was doing out so late (I assume he though I was a minor or something. I'm told I look rather young for my age.) and I told him I got lost on a hike and if I could get a ride home.

I was lucky to meet such a nice fucking cop. He dropped me off at home and I spent the night in my garage. I was afraid of my parents, so I waited until the morning when they were already gone to get into the house. My jacket, which I had been wearing on the 11th was now stuffed with letters and notes covered in random scribblings...I tossed them into a bag at home. I'll look through them later, should help me make sense of this. I tried phoning Sean...No answer. I hope he's okay.

In the mirror, I looked like a total corpse. Like I hadn't eaten or done anything in two weeks. I didn't feel hungry or tired, though. I showered and laid down on my bed. The only thing I could do was scribble down the past two weeks' events.

I don't know why I went back to normal after being it's puppet, I don't know if he's still watching me, I don't know if I should sleep or what I should do. Everything has become so horrifying. I have seen and been a part of death with my own two eyes, my own two hands.

My next posts are going to largely be the accounts of my two weeks under the slender man that I've scribbled down in my journal, what I learned, what I experienced, what I felt, what I saw, and what I can figure out.
Maybe it can help me, maybe it can help you.

After all, you're all real, aren't you?
I can't believe we let ourselves be so deluded.
Is this your doing?

Oh, and that blond guy? He's dead.
A lot of people are dead.

Again, I'm sorry everyone.
I'm so, so sorry.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010


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Saturday, November 20, 2010


theyre dead. dying. hes killing them. 6, 7 ,8 , 9? i cant COUNT.

he's so angry, father is SO SO ANGRY! he's hurting all of us...weHE IS SO UPSET WITH US..

please dont punish me too

Thursday, November 18, 2010


though i have been gone you should not worry

on the 11th i decided to go home

to see my father

he welcomed me

ive learned how to CAUSE

i am covered in the man's blood

i will be father's favorite

Wednesday, November 17, 2010


I wasn't too sure if I should let Danny talk about this, or if I should. I'm home and he's not, so I guess I'm just going to say it.

Brandon has gone missing.

For the last few days, he hasn't shown up for any of his classes. No one who is friends with him has heard or seen from him. His roommate says he hasn't been home, or been contacted.

Obviously, people are a bit worried.

I have a bit more reason to be worried, considering the week before he disappeared he started avoiding me and leaving me weird messages. There is an obvious connection but... What is it?

Not to mention Shiloh's two last videos. I can't even tell what is clearly going on in them, or why they were uploaded like that. He hasn't contacted me since the 11th... I guess he's gone missing too.

I'd really like to know just what the heck is going on.
I can't handle this much longer.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Not Fine

I can't sit around and pretend everything is okay anymore.

Danny may have insisted we've got it all figured out but we don't, not at all. I have been having extremely terrible nightmares lately. That doll, the crystal forest, the endless twists and turns... They keep haunting me.

The reason I can't use my old account is because... This is silly, but I had a dream about it. A nightmare. I will not go into detail, but I feel it would be a very bad omen at this point to even touch the thing. I am not normally superstitious, but...

I didn't want to talk about any of the weird stuff. The strange calls, Paul, or Shiloh. Once it became apparent Danny was experiencing similar stuff, I decided to talk to him about it. He insisted that we pretend nothing is wrong. To get superstitious would be the worst thing to do. I still could not bring myself to use the old account, so I made a new one...

We contacted the cops (looked into getting a new number as well). I am willing to believe that whoever is harassing us is stressing us out enough to make us sick, and to see things that are not even there. I am talking about Halloween, when Danny apparently saw something. I don't even know what it was, he refuses to elaborate.

I just want to believe it's all illusions. Once we get rid of the strange callers (and I thought Brandon was so nice, I am so hurt that he would do this) hopefully everything should go back to normal.

Paul, wherever you are, and Shiloh too, please stay safe.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

I received...

An email.



city 2 us



111110 was on a few of the pictures.

I had a feeling it might have been a date, but I tried not to think about it. I'm kind of sick of this guy fucking with me.
Obviously he means Millenium Park.

I'm going. I'm going to find him and...

.   .   .

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

You got Shannon in my blog...You got blog in my Shannon

776? Whatever, I don't care.

Shannon, Shannon is going to be joining this blog because...well, just because. She's leaving her old one to Danny, and she's just going to be making posts here if she feels like it.

Maybe I won't be so lonely.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Scaring People

The cuts on my arm keep opening up again, it's ridiculous.

Danny and Shannon. Whatever is going on with them is creeping me the hell out. I keep getting cryptic emails from a bunch of random addresses (with "scary" pictures like that dog meme. I'll post some later 4tehloolz?). Some sort of fearmongerer is...fearmongering. People are trying to scare people. Some sort of 4chan assault on the masses?
Hilariously enough, that wouldn't be so unlikely.

But I'm too genre savvy to be such a moron and believe something like that.

It makes me feel paranoid.
I swear to god I saw a CROWD of people in suits in the parkinglot while I was at the bus stop.
Goddamn buisnessmen and their uniforms.