Hey, Kzra here.
Sorry I haven't posted in a few days. I kind of remembered what the date was, and got on a bit of a downer. Tomorrow is a year to the day that I first ran. A year since... well a year since I lost the best thing in my life. And it's nearly valentines day. I was valentines day last year, the plan was to propose to her. I know I should be keeping my head in the present, but it's hard. I just miss her so fucking much.
I will always love you Steph, and I hope that you knew it.
Anyways, I'm spending today alone, as Caleb has gone to sort out the car and everything with that friend of his. That kid is annoying as hell, but his hearts in the right place I guess.And he has a good taste I music. He wants to stick around in Morocco and try to find that friend of his. I'm not convinced. We'll see.
So yeah, this was just a quick post to fill you in on why I've been a bit quiet this week.
And Aura, seems like things are getting pretty heavy over your end. Be careful, and look after yourself, okay? And if your friends that are on the run at the moment need anything, tell them that they are welcome to ask me, and I'll help in anyway that I can.
Always alert, always alive.
Kzra out.
Saturday 11 February 2012
Thursday 9 February 2012
Men In Black
Hey, Caleb again.
Kzra and me were just discussing this, and I remembered that I forgot to say about the only thing that I have to say that you may be interested in. The Men In Black from the hospital.
They showed up the day before he did, and took my phone. I think that they knew I had been asking for help. They asked me a load of questions about my childhood, any imaginary friends that me or my friends may have had, any missing persons cases from my home town that I could remember, unexplained fires, all that kind of jazz. Basically, they wanted to know about Slenderslut (get it? because he's fucked all of our lives :-)). I got a pretty bad vibe off of them, so wasn't exactly helpful when they questioned me. They were also asking about where I had been travellling, where I had been staying, any history of mental illness in the family, where are my family, blahdy blahdy blah. Nothing really interesting I'm afraid, I'm sure you were probably thinking along these lines already. But it's always nice to have these things confirmed.
What was a bit odd was the pig's reaction when the MIB first showed. They laughed in their faces, until one of them showed them some paperwork. Then they went silent, and a bit pale, before hurrying out of the room. It was funny. I didn't get to see what was on the papers, but it must have been pretty important. They never said who they work for either, but they both had american accents. I also don't know where the second one had gone the night Kzra broke me out, I was pretty messy.
That's all I've got for you at the mo, but if you have any questions feel free to ask. One of us will get back to you (probably me if Kzra is still being all depressing).
Oh, and I ran those numbers through "Word Smuggler" on a hunch. It came back with nothing. Then I noticed that all of the numbers were three digits except for the 97 at the start. I made that into a 097 instead, and got a result:
"a thieves still lips". Mean anything to you? It doesn't to us either.
So, that's me done, last post of the day. Honest.
Until next time; ¡Adiós mi amigos y que te vaya bien! ;-P
Kzra and me were just discussing this, and I remembered that I forgot to say about the only thing that I have to say that you may be interested in. The Men In Black from the hospital.
They showed up the day before he did, and took my phone. I think that they knew I had been asking for help. They asked me a load of questions about my childhood, any imaginary friends that me or my friends may have had, any missing persons cases from my home town that I could remember, unexplained fires, all that kind of jazz. Basically, they wanted to know about Slenderslut (get it? because he's fucked all of our lives :-)). I got a pretty bad vibe off of them, so wasn't exactly helpful when they questioned me. They were also asking about where I had been travellling, where I had been staying, any history of mental illness in the family, where are my family, blahdy blahdy blah. Nothing really interesting I'm afraid, I'm sure you were probably thinking along these lines already. But it's always nice to have these things confirmed.
What was a bit odd was the pig's reaction when the MIB first showed. They laughed in their faces, until one of them showed them some paperwork. Then they went silent, and a bit pale, before hurrying out of the room. It was funny. I didn't get to see what was on the papers, but it must have been pretty important. They never said who they work for either, but they both had american accents. I also don't know where the second one had gone the night Kzra broke me out, I was pretty messy.
That's all I've got for you at the mo, but if you have any questions feel free to ask. One of us will get back to you (probably me if Kzra is still being all depressing).
Oh, and I ran those numbers through "Word Smuggler" on a hunch. It came back with nothing. Then I noticed that all of the numbers were three digits except for the 97 at the start. I made that into a 097 instead, and got a result:
"a thieves still lips". Mean anything to you? It doesn't to us either.
So, that's me done, last post of the day. Honest.
Until next time; ¡Adiós mi amigos y que te vaya bien! ;-P
Hi
Hi. Caleb here. Nice to meet you.
Sorry about my post the other day, I honestly can't remember a thing from that night. Sounds like it was pretty mental though.
Kzra has been a bit down over the past couple of days, but he won't talk about it. He's not talking about much. I don't think I've done anything to piss him off, but I dunno. He's a bit hard to read. Oh, and he said it's cool for me to be posting here, I'm just not allowed to say much about where we are or where we're going, for obvious reasons.
We're starting to think about moving on again, now that my head has cleared up. Still aching a bit though. Got a pretty nasty scar too. Our priority right now seems to be getting rid of the car, and getting a new one. I know a guy who knows a guy who can help us out there. I took a gap year out here, living with an old school friend who had moved out here. She's the reason that I'm in Morocco now. I got a pretty worrying phone call from her.
She was friends with some slightly "off" characters. And this one guy, sort of a friend of a friend of hers, owns a chop shop. I gave him a ring, and he'll take the car off our hands, and sort us out with another one. He also has a friend who can sort me out an ID, since the police took mine. I'm meeting with them on Saturday. They want me to come alone, they don't trust new faces. Kzra isn't happy about me wondering off by myself, but I have met this guy before, and he's fairly kosher.
We've been keeping an eye on the news too, like you suggested. No mention of us. Or the events at the hospital. We found that a bit odd. It sounds like there was total chaos there, and yet nobody is reporting on it.
That mannequin of his is creeping me out. Think I'll have a crack at those numbers that are written on it.
I'm going to go now. We're running out of beer.
Here's a song. Capdown-Ska Wars. Enjoy.
Laters, your new best friend, Caleb ;-P
Tuesday 7 February 2012
Alive and Safe (I Think)
"Hi, it's Caleb here. Kzra just wanted me to let you know that he got me out of the hospital, and we're both alive and safe. So don't be worrying! He can't post right now because he's driving, and isn't sure where or when it will be a good idea to stop. He says that he'll post tomorrow. Cheers."
This is roughly what I told Caleb to post last night. Instead he seems to have posted the events of last night from the perspective of someone who is badly messed up on whatever it is that passes for a sedative in this country (if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say they gave him a very large dose of ketamine).
So, here is what happened from a sober point of view.
I managed to hire another car from a different hire firm before they closed for the day (under another one of my IDs). I was half expecting it not to work, thinking that the suits might have put out an alert or something, but they don't seem to have. I have no idea who they are still. I also swung by a street market and picked up some firecrackers.
After it got dark, I drove back to the hospital and parked just around the corner. I could see that there was still a security guard at the entrance. After looking it up, this seems to be standard practice here, as it is apparently pretty commonplace for people to try to do a runner without paying their medical bills. So I decided to make a distraction, in the form of a brick through a window. The security guard heard the window smash, and ran outside to see what the cause of it was. I managed to sneak past whilst he was looking for the culprit, and got inside the building.
Next up was phase two of my plan, luring the police away from Caleb's room. This part came in two stages. First I went into a random room that was close enough to Caleb's to get the cop's attention, but far enough away that I could get in and out before they came back. There was a patient in the room, but they were asleep. That wouldn't last long. I got three of my firecrackers and wrapped the fuses together, effectively making them into one big firecracker. I guessed (surprisingly accurately, actually) that I had about a minutes worth of fuse on them. So, I placed them under the patients bed and lit them.
I quickly moved off to carry out part 2 of this phase. I made my way quickly to my coma patient from earlier. I was starting to get pretty anxious by this point, but knew that I had to stay calm to pull this off. I sat next to the coma patient again and held their hand. It had been about thirty seconds by this point since I'd lit the fuses. I started to loosen the clamp on their finger which was hooked up to their heart rate monitor. Once it was barely hanging on, I let their arm hang down over the side of the bed. It would fall off at any second, causing the monitor to flatline. I then moved over to the other side of the room and sat with another patient. Nobody seemed to be taking any notice of me, which was better than I had hoped for.
Suddenly the firecrackers went off, sounding like a gunshot echoing through the halls. The police heard it, and went to investigate, running right past me. The patient came flying out of the room, screaming something in French, and knocked both of the cops over. I looked over to Caleb's room, and saw something I hadn't banked on. One of the suited guys from earlier stuck his head out the door, trying to work out what was happening. He had a gun in his hand. He didn't see me, and his head disappeared back into the room. Next, coma persons monitor flatlined, causing half of the staff to run over and see what was going on. I used this as cover to make my way up to Caleb's room, whilst tearing off about three-quarters of the fuse of a firecracker. When I was right outside the room, I lit the fuse, and counted to ten.Then I kicked open the door.
I couldn't see the suited-guy anywhere, then realised quickly that he had to be to my right, with the door now between me and him. I turned to face him, and he seemed startled. He hadn't been expecting me. He regained his composure with all the speed of a professional, and suddenly the gun was pointing at me. I threw the firecracker at him, and jumped awkwardly back out of the room. I heard the bang before I even hit the ground. I wasn't sure if it was the firecracker or the gun. It may have been both. But I wasn't hit, and I heard an agonising scream coming from in the room. At this moment a fire alarm went off, and people got out of their beds in a blind panic. A sprinkler system turned on and shorted out a bunch of the heart monitors, causing them to flatline. The staff didn't know what was going on, and were just as panicked as the patients. I stepped back into the room, and saw the suit rolling around on the floor, clutching at the left side of his face, screaming with the pain. His gun was on the floor, so I grabbed it and put it in my rucksack.
I walked over to the bed. Caleb was in a state that I would call semi-conscious. He was awake, and laughing, but far from lucid. He didn't recognise me. I told him I was a friend, and that I was going to take him somewhere safe. He asked if we'd be going in a car. He seemed really excited when I said we were, and told me he loves cars. I couldn't help but chuckle. I helped him out of the bed, and put his arm around my shoulder. He could walk, kind of. It was more of a slow shuffle, but it was enough to work with.
We were making our way out of the room, when i noticed a change in the suit's screams. They no longer sounded like pain, more like terror. I looked at him, and he was no longer clutching at his face. The left side of his face was, for lack of a better word, fucked. It was badly burnt, and it looked as though his eyelid had melted over his eye. But his right eye was focused on the corner of the room. The corner behind me. He kept screaming, and I turned around to find out why. And of course, there was only one thing it could be. Slenderman.
He was stood there, head tilted as though He was curious. He had his tentacles out, but they were just waving about absent mindedly. I dragged Caleb away as fast as I could, but Caleb seemed entranced by Him. It was really hard work getting him away from there, but once he couldn't physically see Him any more, he kind of snapped out of it and continued his slow shuffling. He kept remarking about how he had never seen "inside-rain" before. We made our way through the chaos unnoticed, and got back to the entrance unchallenged.
I got Caleb into the back of the car, and told him to keep his head down.I started to pull off through the crowd of patients, staff, spectators, and police which had gathered outside. They slowly parted to let us through, and I thought that we were free and clear. That was until Caleb wound down the window and started yelling questions at people, asking where the "tall man" had gone. One of the cops from the hospital recognised him, and yelled something, pointing at us. I gunned it, people were diving out of my way, and suddenly I was free of the crowd. But I could see flashing lights in my rear-view mirror. I lost them after about 10 minutes of incredibly dangerous driving. I was bricking it the whole time. I never normally drive dangerously, I don't even break the speed limit usually, and now for the second time in one day I was violating every traffic law known to man. Caleb loved it.
After we lost the police, I headed out of the city and just drove. I had no destination in mind, but wanted to put as much distance between us and the police (and Him) as possible.
About three hours after Caleb posted on here, I felt okay about stopping. We were in the middle of nowhere, and I needed a break. Caleb was out for the count by this point, but his breathing was pretty irregular, so I stayed up for a couple more hours to keep an eye on him. Once it settled, I finally dozed off myself, leaving Betty on guard duty. Caleb's still asleep now. I woke up about an hour ago, and have spent that hour typing this. I'm amazed that I'm actually picking up a 3G signal way out here to be honest.
I don't know where to go next, but I'm hoping Caleb will have an idea when he wakes up.
That's if the sedative has worn off, of course.
I'll post again soon.
Kzra out.
This is roughly what I told Caleb to post last night. Instead he seems to have posted the events of last night from the perspective of someone who is badly messed up on whatever it is that passes for a sedative in this country (if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say they gave him a very large dose of ketamine).
So, here is what happened from a sober point of view.
I managed to hire another car from a different hire firm before they closed for the day (under another one of my IDs). I was half expecting it not to work, thinking that the suits might have put out an alert or something, but they don't seem to have. I have no idea who they are still. I also swung by a street market and picked up some firecrackers.
After it got dark, I drove back to the hospital and parked just around the corner. I could see that there was still a security guard at the entrance. After looking it up, this seems to be standard practice here, as it is apparently pretty commonplace for people to try to do a runner without paying their medical bills. So I decided to make a distraction, in the form of a brick through a window. The security guard heard the window smash, and ran outside to see what the cause of it was. I managed to sneak past whilst he was looking for the culprit, and got inside the building.
Next up was phase two of my plan, luring the police away from Caleb's room. This part came in two stages. First I went into a random room that was close enough to Caleb's to get the cop's attention, but far enough away that I could get in and out before they came back. There was a patient in the room, but they were asleep. That wouldn't last long. I got three of my firecrackers and wrapped the fuses together, effectively making them into one big firecracker. I guessed (surprisingly accurately, actually) that I had about a minutes worth of fuse on them. So, I placed them under the patients bed and lit them.
I quickly moved off to carry out part 2 of this phase. I made my way quickly to my coma patient from earlier. I was starting to get pretty anxious by this point, but knew that I had to stay calm to pull this off. I sat next to the coma patient again and held their hand. It had been about thirty seconds by this point since I'd lit the fuses. I started to loosen the clamp on their finger which was hooked up to their heart rate monitor. Once it was barely hanging on, I let their arm hang down over the side of the bed. It would fall off at any second, causing the monitor to flatline. I then moved over to the other side of the room and sat with another patient. Nobody seemed to be taking any notice of me, which was better than I had hoped for.
Suddenly the firecrackers went off, sounding like a gunshot echoing through the halls. The police heard it, and went to investigate, running right past me. The patient came flying out of the room, screaming something in French, and knocked both of the cops over. I looked over to Caleb's room, and saw something I hadn't banked on. One of the suited guys from earlier stuck his head out the door, trying to work out what was happening. He had a gun in his hand. He didn't see me, and his head disappeared back into the room. Next, coma persons monitor flatlined, causing half of the staff to run over and see what was going on. I used this as cover to make my way up to Caleb's room, whilst tearing off about three-quarters of the fuse of a firecracker. When I was right outside the room, I lit the fuse, and counted to ten.Then I kicked open the door.
I couldn't see the suited-guy anywhere, then realised quickly that he had to be to my right, with the door now between me and him. I turned to face him, and he seemed startled. He hadn't been expecting me. He regained his composure with all the speed of a professional, and suddenly the gun was pointing at me. I threw the firecracker at him, and jumped awkwardly back out of the room. I heard the bang before I even hit the ground. I wasn't sure if it was the firecracker or the gun. It may have been both. But I wasn't hit, and I heard an agonising scream coming from in the room. At this moment a fire alarm went off, and people got out of their beds in a blind panic. A sprinkler system turned on and shorted out a bunch of the heart monitors, causing them to flatline. The staff didn't know what was going on, and were just as panicked as the patients. I stepped back into the room, and saw the suit rolling around on the floor, clutching at the left side of his face, screaming with the pain. His gun was on the floor, so I grabbed it and put it in my rucksack.
I walked over to the bed. Caleb was in a state that I would call semi-conscious. He was awake, and laughing, but far from lucid. He didn't recognise me. I told him I was a friend, and that I was going to take him somewhere safe. He asked if we'd be going in a car. He seemed really excited when I said we were, and told me he loves cars. I couldn't help but chuckle. I helped him out of the bed, and put his arm around my shoulder. He could walk, kind of. It was more of a slow shuffle, but it was enough to work with.
We were making our way out of the room, when i noticed a change in the suit's screams. They no longer sounded like pain, more like terror. I looked at him, and he was no longer clutching at his face. The left side of his face was, for lack of a better word, fucked. It was badly burnt, and it looked as though his eyelid had melted over his eye. But his right eye was focused on the corner of the room. The corner behind me. He kept screaming, and I turned around to find out why. And of course, there was only one thing it could be. Slenderman.
He was stood there, head tilted as though He was curious. He had his tentacles out, but they were just waving about absent mindedly. I dragged Caleb away as fast as I could, but Caleb seemed entranced by Him. It was really hard work getting him away from there, but once he couldn't physically see Him any more, he kind of snapped out of it and continued his slow shuffling. He kept remarking about how he had never seen "inside-rain" before. We made our way through the chaos unnoticed, and got back to the entrance unchallenged.
I got Caleb into the back of the car, and told him to keep his head down.I started to pull off through the crowd of patients, staff, spectators, and police which had gathered outside. They slowly parted to let us through, and I thought that we were free and clear. That was until Caleb wound down the window and started yelling questions at people, asking where the "tall man" had gone. One of the cops from the hospital recognised him, and yelled something, pointing at us. I gunned it, people were diving out of my way, and suddenly I was free of the crowd. But I could see flashing lights in my rear-view mirror. I lost them after about 10 minutes of incredibly dangerous driving. I was bricking it the whole time. I never normally drive dangerously, I don't even break the speed limit usually, and now for the second time in one day I was violating every traffic law known to man. Caleb loved it.
After we lost the police, I headed out of the city and just drove. I had no destination in mind, but wanted to put as much distance between us and the police (and Him) as possible.
About three hours after Caleb posted on here, I felt okay about stopping. We were in the middle of nowhere, and I needed a break. Caleb was out for the count by this point, but his breathing was pretty irregular, so I stayed up for a couple more hours to keep an eye on him. Once it settled, I finally dozed off myself, leaving Betty on guard duty. Caleb's still asleep now. I woke up about an hour ago, and have spent that hour typing this. I'm amazed that I'm actually picking up a 3G signal way out here to be honest.
I don't know where to go next, but I'm hoping Caleb will have an idea when he wakes up.
That's if the sedative has worn off, of course.
I'll post again soon.
Kzra out.
Monday 6 February 2012
Hhe said say my name is Caleb and im alive. Or hes alive. Who is the man? He came and tpok me from the bed, and the bangs and water. Boom! andLights were bright everything! And he was really big. Wait was it him .smeone was big. And now he drives so fast and its fun. Who are you? Are you bigor am I small. This is so funn . I want to sleep now but fast is too fun for sleep
Clinique du Sud
Caleb, what the fuck have you dragged me into?
It didn't take me long to find his room at the hospital. It had two police officers guarding the door, so I kept my distance and watched for a bit to see if they'd go for a break or something. No such luck. Instead, a couple of guys in suits walked out of his room. They definitely weren't Moroccan. The cops actually seemed a bit scared of these suits, whoever they are. I didn't like the look of them, so hung back and tried to look inconspicuous by sitting down next to an unconscious patient, and putting my head in my hands like I was crying. They walked past me, talking to a doctor. They were telling him to sedate Caleb for the time being, and they'd be back to question him again. I didn't hear when though, they had walked too far away by this point.
I then checked the chart of the patient I was visiting. My french isn't great, so I wasn't expecting to understand much, but it turns out that the french word for coma is coma. Who knew? I think I can see a plan forming here, a slightly reckless one, especially considering what happened when I was leaving the hospital, but it could work.
I decided I need supplies if I'm going to pull this off, so I made my way back to the entrance. The two guys in suits were in the entrance/reception kind of area, still talking to the doctor. One of them looked right at me, and I just kept my head down and carried on walking normally. Then he shouted my name. No, not my online alias, my real name. The one on my birth certificate. Now, I've been cautious about what details I post about myself on here in case anybody was watching, and I am certain that I haven't posted my actual identity anywhere. I hired a car when I got here, but under a false identity (I have 4 different IDs in 4 different names, for obvious reasons. Sometimes, when you're involved in this you can't uphold your end of a bargain, for instance returning a hire car to a certain place by a certain time, and I don't want the law hunting me, thanks all the same), so it couldn't have been that. I kept walking, and the two suits started following me, walking quickly. They shouted for the security guard at the door to stop me.
So I ran. I shoulder-barged into the security guard who tried to block me, and we both tumbled out into the street. I got up quickly and was running full pelt for my car. I got in, only to hear gunfire erupting from behind me. One of my wing mirrors exploded into a spray of shattered glass as I pulled away. I could see the suits in my rear view mirror, still running, stopping to take pot-shots at the car.
I drove away as fast as I could, fearing for my life, and soon they were no longer visible. I drove for best part of an hour before dumping the car and hopping on a random bus. I really should think about arming myself at some point. I just hate violence though. Too many people get hurt in all of this already, without me adding to it. Anyways, I've got a rough plan, and I will update when I've given it a try. If I don't post again, well you can guess what that means.
Now, I'm going to eat. Anyone know of any good take-outs in Marrakech? I could really do without getting food poisoning right now.
Stay smart, stay safe.
Kzra out.
It didn't take me long to find his room at the hospital. It had two police officers guarding the door, so I kept my distance and watched for a bit to see if they'd go for a break or something. No such luck. Instead, a couple of guys in suits walked out of his room. They definitely weren't Moroccan. The cops actually seemed a bit scared of these suits, whoever they are. I didn't like the look of them, so hung back and tried to look inconspicuous by sitting down next to an unconscious patient, and putting my head in my hands like I was crying. They walked past me, talking to a doctor. They were telling him to sedate Caleb for the time being, and they'd be back to question him again. I didn't hear when though, they had walked too far away by this point.
I then checked the chart of the patient I was visiting. My french isn't great, so I wasn't expecting to understand much, but it turns out that the french word for coma is coma. Who knew? I think I can see a plan forming here, a slightly reckless one, especially considering what happened when I was leaving the hospital, but it could work.
I decided I need supplies if I'm going to pull this off, so I made my way back to the entrance. The two guys in suits were in the entrance/reception kind of area, still talking to the doctor. One of them looked right at me, and I just kept my head down and carried on walking normally. Then he shouted my name. No, not my online alias, my real name. The one on my birth certificate. Now, I've been cautious about what details I post about myself on here in case anybody was watching, and I am certain that I haven't posted my actual identity anywhere. I hired a car when I got here, but under a false identity (I have 4 different IDs in 4 different names, for obvious reasons. Sometimes, when you're involved in this you can't uphold your end of a bargain, for instance returning a hire car to a certain place by a certain time, and I don't want the law hunting me, thanks all the same), so it couldn't have been that. I kept walking, and the two suits started following me, walking quickly. They shouted for the security guard at the door to stop me.
So I ran. I shoulder-barged into the security guard who tried to block me, and we both tumbled out into the street. I got up quickly and was running full pelt for my car. I got in, only to hear gunfire erupting from behind me. One of my wing mirrors exploded into a spray of shattered glass as I pulled away. I could see the suits in my rear view mirror, still running, stopping to take pot-shots at the car.
I drove away as fast as I could, fearing for my life, and soon they were no longer visible. I drove for best part of an hour before dumping the car and hopping on a random bus. I really should think about arming myself at some point. I just hate violence though. Too many people get hurt in all of this already, without me adding to it. Anyways, I've got a rough plan, and I will update when I've given it a try. If I don't post again, well you can guess what that means.
Now, I'm going to eat. Anyone know of any good take-outs in Marrakech? I could really do without getting food poisoning right now.
Stay smart, stay safe.
Kzra out.
Sunday 5 February 2012
A Hangover That Could Kill The Slenderman
Duty-Free on ferries should be banned. So hungover. Anyways, do you remember me mentioning some guy called Caleb who I bumped into in Portugal? Well I got an email off of him asking for my help. And this has all reminded me to post about a couple of things that I know have been covered before by other people (mainly M), but judging from Caleb's situation, people need a reminder.
So I'm in Morocco. I'm still not sure how to go about this. Basically, the Moroccan police can be pretty nasty. And now I need to find a way to break Caleb out of hospital. Being in one place for too long is dangerous, so I won't just leave him in his hospital bed when he has requested otherwise.
So yeah, my first point in this post is, well, just because you are being "Slenderstalked" doesn't mean you should ignore all other dangers. Caleb was hitching his way to Marrakesh, when a cop car pulled up next to him. He though that they were going to drive him into the city, he was quite far out into the middle of nowhere, and it is supposed to be the police's job to keep people safe, right? Well, long story short, they shot him, took his wallet, and left him for dead. Lucky for him, some tourists happened to drive past him (the Moroccans are used to this kind of shit going on, so generally ignore anybody that the see dumped out in the middle of nowhere), and they took him to hospital. He's been there for over a week, but they won't let him leave, as he has no ID (it was in his wallet) and, ironically, the police want to confirm who he is, and what happened to him. So yeah, there are other threats out there besides Tall, Thin, and Faceless, and if you forget that then you are almost guaranteed to end up in some nasty situations.
Secondly, being on the ferry reminded me about water. I know M has mentioned a friend who took to the seas to escape all of this. Well, when I was last in Thailand I met a guy called Aran, he'd been living on a boat for about 6 months, up until 2 days before I met him. It worked a treat, Slendy just doesn't seem to show up on boats for some reason. I think it must be because of the movement, he can't get a fixed location to materialise or something. Whatever. I won't even pretend to understand the science behind the Slenderman. Also, this guy would call ahead when he needed supplies so that they'd be waiting for him at the dock, negating any need to go ashore. Smart guy. Except he forgot about the proxies. The last time he docked, one managed to stow away on-board, and when they were far enough away from the shore the proxy went and sank the boat! Aran got washed to shore by a stroke of luck, but Slendy seemed to be pissed with him for managing to completely avoid him for so long. I won't go into what was going on with him, because it's unnecessary, it will only panic people, and I feel that discussing it in detail would be a bit disrespectful. But anyways, he hurried me on my way, because he viewed himself as a danger to be around. So yeah, the point I'm trying to make is that water works, but it pisses Him off. And you still aren't safe from his little pets. Personally, I much prefer being somewhere where I can run if I need to. That isn't easy when your on a boat. Just a thought, anyway.
And thirdly, and unrelated (this isn't a tip, just something that is bugging the hell out of me because I'm certain it must be linked to all of this), on the ferry I was approached by a short guy in a red suit. He looked normal, but his voice was, well quite frankly it was fucking bizarre. I have no idea what kind of dialect it was, none that I've heard before. But his words seemed as though they may be significant, or at least relevant.
"The one that you fear is one of many, loved by none. We won't have Him beyond. He will bring the parasites who we help and hinder. We befriended some. They existed in a cursed world. Now they exist in cursed minds. We are intense. Ah, how beautifully the world is built."
I'm not sure what he was actually talking about, but I recognised the last two sentences, I think. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty certain that he was quoting Artaud. He disappeared into the crowd, and I couldn't find him again afterwards. Weirdly, I felt pretty ill after he spoke to me, a bit like Slendersickness. So I did the smart thing, and got hammered on Duty-Free booze. My head is pounding. But if I had to hazard a guess I'd say that he wasn't from around these parts, if you know what I mean.
Also, nihilistic as it sounds, I have a hunch that the "Parasites" are probably us, as in humans. Sound plausible? At least it isn't a code. Cryptic messages, I can deal with. Random strings of numbers just piss me off.
Oh, and fourth and finally, if you are carrying a mannequin, expect to get some funny looks. People on the ferry just kept staring at Betty and me. I actually found it quite funny, trying to picture how we must have looked to everyone else.It's good to laugh sometimes, no matter how fucked up things are. Happiness is what separates us from Him. Well, that and the ability to teleport and sprout tentacles at will.
Anyways, I hope that this was useful in some way. If you have any advice on how to bust Caleb out (yeah Aura, I'm asking you, as you seem to be about the only friend I have in this at the moment, with the exception of a gunshot victim) then it would be greatly appreciated. Getting arrested doesn't seem like a good plan.
Well, I think I need a little nap to get over this hangover. Sorry is this post makes no sense, is grammatically incorrect, or has spelling mistakes. My head hurts too much to read back over what I've typed.
Run fast, run far.
Kzra out.
So I'm in Morocco. I'm still not sure how to go about this. Basically, the Moroccan police can be pretty nasty. And now I need to find a way to break Caleb out of hospital. Being in one place for too long is dangerous, so I won't just leave him in his hospital bed when he has requested otherwise.
So yeah, my first point in this post is, well, just because you are being "Slenderstalked" doesn't mean you should ignore all other dangers. Caleb was hitching his way to Marrakesh, when a cop car pulled up next to him. He though that they were going to drive him into the city, he was quite far out into the middle of nowhere, and it is supposed to be the police's job to keep people safe, right? Well, long story short, they shot him, took his wallet, and left him for dead. Lucky for him, some tourists happened to drive past him (the Moroccans are used to this kind of shit going on, so generally ignore anybody that the see dumped out in the middle of nowhere), and they took him to hospital. He's been there for over a week, but they won't let him leave, as he has no ID (it was in his wallet) and, ironically, the police want to confirm who he is, and what happened to him. So yeah, there are other threats out there besides Tall, Thin, and Faceless, and if you forget that then you are almost guaranteed to end up in some nasty situations.
Secondly, being on the ferry reminded me about water. I know M has mentioned a friend who took to the seas to escape all of this. Well, when I was last in Thailand I met a guy called Aran, he'd been living on a boat for about 6 months, up until 2 days before I met him. It worked a treat, Slendy just doesn't seem to show up on boats for some reason. I think it must be because of the movement, he can't get a fixed location to materialise or something. Whatever. I won't even pretend to understand the science behind the Slenderman. Also, this guy would call ahead when he needed supplies so that they'd be waiting for him at the dock, negating any need to go ashore. Smart guy. Except he forgot about the proxies. The last time he docked, one managed to stow away on-board, and when they were far enough away from the shore the proxy went and sank the boat! Aran got washed to shore by a stroke of luck, but Slendy seemed to be pissed with him for managing to completely avoid him for so long. I won't go into what was going on with him, because it's unnecessary, it will only panic people, and I feel that discussing it in detail would be a bit disrespectful. But anyways, he hurried me on my way, because he viewed himself as a danger to be around. So yeah, the point I'm trying to make is that water works, but it pisses Him off. And you still aren't safe from his little pets. Personally, I much prefer being somewhere where I can run if I need to. That isn't easy when your on a boat. Just a thought, anyway.
And thirdly, and unrelated (this isn't a tip, just something that is bugging the hell out of me because I'm certain it must be linked to all of this), on the ferry I was approached by a short guy in a red suit. He looked normal, but his voice was, well quite frankly it was fucking bizarre. I have no idea what kind of dialect it was, none that I've heard before. But his words seemed as though they may be significant, or at least relevant.
"The one that you fear is one of many, loved by none. We won't have Him beyond. He will bring the parasites who we help and hinder. We befriended some. They existed in a cursed world. Now they exist in cursed minds. We are intense. Ah, how beautifully the world is built."
I'm not sure what he was actually talking about, but I recognised the last two sentences, I think. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty certain that he was quoting Artaud. He disappeared into the crowd, and I couldn't find him again afterwards. Weirdly, I felt pretty ill after he spoke to me, a bit like Slendersickness. So I did the smart thing, and got hammered on Duty-Free booze. My head is pounding. But if I had to hazard a guess I'd say that he wasn't from around these parts, if you know what I mean.
Also, nihilistic as it sounds, I have a hunch that the "Parasites" are probably us, as in humans. Sound plausible? At least it isn't a code. Cryptic messages, I can deal with. Random strings of numbers just piss me off.
Oh, and fourth and finally, if you are carrying a mannequin, expect to get some funny looks. People on the ferry just kept staring at Betty and me. I actually found it quite funny, trying to picture how we must have looked to everyone else.It's good to laugh sometimes, no matter how fucked up things are. Happiness is what separates us from Him. Well, that and the ability to teleport and sprout tentacles at will.
Anyways, I hope that this was useful in some way. If you have any advice on how to bust Caleb out (yeah Aura, I'm asking you, as you seem to be about the only friend I have in this at the moment, with the exception of a gunshot victim) then it would be greatly appreciated. Getting arrested doesn't seem like a good plan.
Well, I think I need a little nap to get over this hangover. Sorry is this post makes no sense, is grammatically incorrect, or has spelling mistakes. My head hurts too much to read back over what I've typed.
Run fast, run far.
Kzra out.
Friday 3 February 2012
A Rough Week
Sorry I haven't updated in a while, it's been a pretty fucked up week.
About 2 hours after my last post, I had a run in with a couple of proxies. Now, it's all well and good to act the hard man online and say that you can fight these guys off no problem, like I've seen a couple of people doing, but the fact of the matter is that they don't think like we do any more. They aren't afraid of you, and have a high tolerance for pain. Also, they tend to be armed in some way. So riddle me this; how exactly are you supposed to win in a fight against someone who ignores almost all pain? They prioritise their orders over their own safety. This makes them more dangerous than most of us could ever be.
So I did the smart thing, and ran. They managed to grab Betty before I got away, which kind of pissed me off. But I managed to lose them in the end, which is the main thing.
That night I was pretty reluctant to sleep without Betty standing guard, but eventually I nodded off. Rookie error, I know. For clarity's sake, I'll elaborate a little. When I dozed off I was on the roof of the San Jaime hospital in Torrevieja, southern Spain. It's a tall building, and was a nightmare to climb without being spotted by any of the staff, so I figured I was pretty safe up there. When I woke up, I was on the floor in the middle of the Room of a Hundred Columns, in Güell Park, Barcelona. I felt sick to my stomach, my head was pounding, and I was really disoriented. I knew that I'd been moved, but it took me a while to figure out where exactly I was. Now, Güell Park is a surreal place at the best of times, but waking up there with Slender Sickness when you fell asleep about 600km away from it, well that's just plain scary.
I checked my phone, and it had been 3 days since I "nodded off".
I got my bearings and made my way outside, and you won't believe who was waiting for me out there. It was my old friend Betty! But it looked like the proxies had been busy little bees. There were numbers scribbled across her torso, seemingly random. I don't know what they mean, but I've seen crap like this on other peoples Blogs. I was never any good with codes though. I just can't understand them. If anyone has any ideas what this means, let me know.
"97 116 104 105 101 118 101 115 115 116 105 108 108 108 105 112 115"
Anyway, I grabbed Betty and moved as fast as I could (which wasn't particularly fast, I felt really rough. Is it just me, or does it get worse every time?). Then I just kept going. I haven't stopped for more than 5 minutes since then, hence the fact that I haven't updated. So yeah, I'm still alive, I've moved on to a different country again, and I think that they might have lost my trail.Fingers crossed.
I'll post something a bit more useful tomorrow, this was just a quick message to let anyone who cares know that I'm still around. Until then...
Eyes open, guard up.
Kzra out.
About 2 hours after my last post, I had a run in with a couple of proxies. Now, it's all well and good to act the hard man online and say that you can fight these guys off no problem, like I've seen a couple of people doing, but the fact of the matter is that they don't think like we do any more. They aren't afraid of you, and have a high tolerance for pain. Also, they tend to be armed in some way. So riddle me this; how exactly are you supposed to win in a fight against someone who ignores almost all pain? They prioritise their orders over their own safety. This makes them more dangerous than most of us could ever be.
So I did the smart thing, and ran. They managed to grab Betty before I got away, which kind of pissed me off. But I managed to lose them in the end, which is the main thing.
That night I was pretty reluctant to sleep without Betty standing guard, but eventually I nodded off. Rookie error, I know. For clarity's sake, I'll elaborate a little. When I dozed off I was on the roof of the San Jaime hospital in Torrevieja, southern Spain. It's a tall building, and was a nightmare to climb without being spotted by any of the staff, so I figured I was pretty safe up there. When I woke up, I was on the floor in the middle of the Room of a Hundred Columns, in Güell Park, Barcelona. I felt sick to my stomach, my head was pounding, and I was really disoriented. I knew that I'd been moved, but it took me a while to figure out where exactly I was. Now, Güell Park is a surreal place at the best of times, but waking up there with Slender Sickness when you fell asleep about 600km away from it, well that's just plain scary.
I checked my phone, and it had been 3 days since I "nodded off".
I got my bearings and made my way outside, and you won't believe who was waiting for me out there. It was my old friend Betty! But it looked like the proxies had been busy little bees. There were numbers scribbled across her torso, seemingly random. I don't know what they mean, but I've seen crap like this on other peoples Blogs. I was never any good with codes though. I just can't understand them. If anyone has any ideas what this means, let me know.
"97 116 104 105 101 118 101 115 115 116 105 108 108 108 105 112 115"
Anyway, I grabbed Betty and moved as fast as I could (which wasn't particularly fast, I felt really rough. Is it just me, or does it get worse every time?). Then I just kept going. I haven't stopped for more than 5 minutes since then, hence the fact that I haven't updated. So yeah, I'm still alive, I've moved on to a different country again, and I think that they might have lost my trail.Fingers crossed.
I'll post something a bit more useful tomorrow, this was just a quick message to let anyone who cares know that I'm still around. Until then...
Eyes open, guard up.
Kzra out.
Tuesday 24 January 2012
A Note on Animals
Another day, another country.
I want to make a note here about animals, as I have seen a couple of people asking about them in various places online.
I met a girl named Rosa in France who was on the run with her dog. This was about 6 months ago now. She was adamant that her dog, Scrapper, could sense Him before she could. Scrapper would apparently go nuts for a couple of minutes before He would show up. She thought of it as an early warning system. And I have to say, I have noticed dogs going mental when He is about before. But, running with a dog carries some major drawbacks too.
Firstly, if you care about your dog's safety, leave them with somebody before you run, if you can. The Slender Suit will target them if you take them with you, presumably to stop them from warning you to His presence. I got a call from Rosa a couple of weeks after I had met her. Scrapper had been taken, and she was in a real state about it. I haven't heard from her since. I think she's gone now too.
Secondly, a lot of public transport won't let you take a dog on with you. Same with hotels, if you are that way inclined. This is a massive inconvenience when you are trying to run for your life, so if you are going to be reliant on public transport a dog is a definite no-no.
Thirdly, getting up high is an issue. It's hard to get a dog up onto rooftops, and even harder to keep them calm once you do get them up there. Dogs hate being on rooftops . It also isn't particularly safe for them to be up there. They like to try to get down, and if your going about this the right way then it should be a long way down. This can be even worse if you have a big dog. If your having a nap on top of a 5 floor apartment block, with a big dog on the end of a lead that you have tied to your arm, then what do you think is going to happen to you if that dog decides he's gonna try to get down from there?
Lastly, Rosa told me that sometimes when she was up high and relatively safe, with Slendy far below and seemingly unable to see her, Scrappers barking would attract His attention and put them both in the line of fire. This is not good, as I'm sure you are all aware.
So, I have to say that unless it is completely unavoidable, don't bring your dog when you start running. It will only end up being a burden.
As for cats, I have never met anyone who had a cat for a travelling companion, but one guy who I met back in the UK (think his name was Jim, or John, or something beginning with J. Dunno, it was a long time ago) said that the only reason he didn't assume that he was crazy when this started happening to him was because when He started showing up, his cat would stare right at Him through the window too. He also said that the day after He first showed up inside the house, the cat ran away to a neighbours place and was very reluctant to go home again.
I don't know anything about any other animals really. I'd be interested to hear anything that anybody else has experienced on the subject. Anyways, me and Betty have found a nice roof to enjoy our lunch on, so I'm gonna say bye for now. Oh yeah, Betty is my mannequin. Well, the torso and head of it. The limbs were a bit awkward to carry.
Keep moving, stay safe.
Kzra out.
I want to make a note here about animals, as I have seen a couple of people asking about them in various places online.
I met a girl named Rosa in France who was on the run with her dog. This was about 6 months ago now. She was adamant that her dog, Scrapper, could sense Him before she could. Scrapper would apparently go nuts for a couple of minutes before He would show up. She thought of it as an early warning system. And I have to say, I have noticed dogs going mental when He is about before. But, running with a dog carries some major drawbacks too.
Firstly, if you care about your dog's safety, leave them with somebody before you run, if you can. The Slender Suit will target them if you take them with you, presumably to stop them from warning you to His presence. I got a call from Rosa a couple of weeks after I had met her. Scrapper had been taken, and she was in a real state about it. I haven't heard from her since. I think she's gone now too.
Secondly, a lot of public transport won't let you take a dog on with you. Same with hotels, if you are that way inclined. This is a massive inconvenience when you are trying to run for your life, so if you are going to be reliant on public transport a dog is a definite no-no.
Thirdly, getting up high is an issue. It's hard to get a dog up onto rooftops, and even harder to keep them calm once you do get them up there. Dogs hate being on rooftops . It also isn't particularly safe for them to be up there. They like to try to get down, and if your going about this the right way then it should be a long way down. This can be even worse if you have a big dog. If your having a nap on top of a 5 floor apartment block, with a big dog on the end of a lead that you have tied to your arm, then what do you think is going to happen to you if that dog decides he's gonna try to get down from there?
Lastly, Rosa told me that sometimes when she was up high and relatively safe, with Slendy far below and seemingly unable to see her, Scrappers barking would attract His attention and put them both in the line of fire. This is not good, as I'm sure you are all aware.
So, I have to say that unless it is completely unavoidable, don't bring your dog when you start running. It will only end up being a burden.
As for cats, I have never met anyone who had a cat for a travelling companion, but one guy who I met back in the UK (think his name was Jim, or John, or something beginning with J. Dunno, it was a long time ago) said that the only reason he didn't assume that he was crazy when this started happening to him was because when He started showing up, his cat would stare right at Him through the window too. He also said that the day after He first showed up inside the house, the cat ran away to a neighbours place and was very reluctant to go home again.
I don't know anything about any other animals really. I'd be interested to hear anything that anybody else has experienced on the subject. Anyways, me and Betty have found a nice roof to enjoy our lunch on, so I'm gonna say bye for now. Oh yeah, Betty is my mannequin. Well, the torso and head of it. The limbs were a bit awkward to carry.
Keep moving, stay safe.
Kzra out.
Monday 23 January 2012
A Bit About Me
My name is Kzra, and I've been running for nearly a year. I won't go into too much detail about how this got started for me, because that is none of your damned business. I have only recently been pointed to the online community here by a runner called Caleb that I bumped into at a train station in western Portugal (recognized each other by the (X) symbols on our hoodies) who wanted to use my laptop to try to see if "M" was still AWOL.
You might be wondering how I got involved when I wasn't reading these blogs and shit. Well, my girlfriend was to blame for that, if anyone can really be blamed. She was always online, so I'm kinda guessing now that this is where she got herself "infected", or somewhere like this. And I got dragged in through her.
But as I said, that was nearly a year ago. She taught me about the three rules, so I guess I have "M" to thank for me still being alive today, not that I knew where she picked them up from until now. The day before we were planning to run... Let's just say that we didn't realize how little time we had. When I ran, it was alone.
And once you start running, you can't stop.
Golden Rule: You are never safe.
So anyways, I started in the UK. I know, big shock, a Non-American runner. We seem to be a rarity. I kept up high, kept my eyes open, drew my (X)'s, and kept moving. I put my flat up for sale, and left that to the bank and my solicitor to sort, and when it sold I used the cash to start running for real.
The UK was pretty mellow compared to a lot of places I've been. Sure, Stretch Armstrong would show up from time to time, but nowhere near as often as He did when I was in the likes of Germany, Belgium, Poland, basically the whole of mainland Europe is pretty rough, with the exception of Spain and Portugal. They seem quieter. Not sure why, but I'll think on it.
As for any tips I have picked up along the way, my first is don't wait to run. Once you see Him, times up. If you decide to wait around like we did... If you wait, you die. I got lucky. She didn't. That fucker doesn't care who you are, or what else you may have going on at the moment in your life. So once more, because this is important, the second he shows up in your life, you pack a back and get up high.
Obviously, if you haven't done so already, read "M"'s blog, he covers a lot of the basics, and is the best place to start.
To summarize for those who aren't aware:
One last thing until next time (my bus has just arrived, and so I'm gonna be out of range of wi-fi for a bit). This may sound ridiculous, but if you can get your hands on one, a mannequin, like the ones found in clothes shops, can be your best friend. It has to be one with a head though (some don't have heads, and these are useless to you). They work better than the (X) does at tricking him. And if you take the time to color the eyes in properly, it can work time and time again.
Anyways, good luck to all of you out there running for your lives. I'll post again soon. Hope this at least helps someone out there. And Caleb, if your still out there, did you make it over to Morocco yet? Crazy bastard.
Feel free to ask me any questions if you like. I'm happy to try to help. I will check in on here pretty often I think. It's nice to be able to communicate with others who get it.
Kzra out.
You might be wondering how I got involved when I wasn't reading these blogs and shit. Well, my girlfriend was to blame for that, if anyone can really be blamed. She was always online, so I'm kinda guessing now that this is where she got herself "infected", or somewhere like this. And I got dragged in through her.
But as I said, that was nearly a year ago. She taught me about the three rules, so I guess I have "M" to thank for me still being alive today, not that I knew where she picked them up from until now. The day before we were planning to run... Let's just say that we didn't realize how little time we had. When I ran, it was alone.
And once you start running, you can't stop.
Golden Rule: You are never safe.
So anyways, I started in the UK. I know, big shock, a Non-American runner. We seem to be a rarity. I kept up high, kept my eyes open, drew my (X)'s, and kept moving. I put my flat up for sale, and left that to the bank and my solicitor to sort, and when it sold I used the cash to start running for real.
The UK was pretty mellow compared to a lot of places I've been. Sure, Stretch Armstrong would show up from time to time, but nowhere near as often as He did when I was in the likes of Germany, Belgium, Poland, basically the whole of mainland Europe is pretty rough, with the exception of Spain and Portugal. They seem quieter. Not sure why, but I'll think on it.
As for any tips I have picked up along the way, my first is don't wait to run. Once you see Him, times up. If you decide to wait around like we did... If you wait, you die. I got lucky. She didn't. That fucker doesn't care who you are, or what else you may have going on at the moment in your life. So once more, because this is important, the second he shows up in your life, you pack a back and get up high.
Obviously, if you haven't done so already, read "M"'s blog, he covers a lot of the basics, and is the best place to start.
To summarize for those who aren't aware:
- Get up high.
- Keep moving.
- Keep your eye's open.
"M" is a good man, it seems. Any of you that are new to this would be wise to listen to him, and ask him anything you need to know. That is if he ever starts posting again. At least he isn't dead.
Anyways, good luck to all of you out there running for your lives. I'll post again soon. Hope this at least helps someone out there. And Caleb, if your still out there, did you make it over to Morocco yet? Crazy bastard.
Feel free to ask me any questions if you like. I'm happy to try to help. I will check in on here pretty often I think. It's nice to be able to communicate with others who get it.
Kzra out.
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