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Kneesocks:....Thats..that's personal....uhh...how dare you through my possesions?

Brief: I didn't, it was just-

Kneesocks: Did  say you could?

Brief; ...No.

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Brief: So wait, you're into Sci-Fi stuff too-

Kneesocks: I'd rather not go into it... this is all such bullshit, I shouldn't be having to put up with your inane dribble anyways.

Brief: We near Daten yet?

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For The Love Of Fuck....

I swear to God this better go through or I'll ram this blackberry up Geek Boy's asshole the next time I see him.

For like the... 12th time,I'm trying to get this fucking message out. I'm in Bratislawhatever, some stupid European shitstain with no sex shops and all the men are so ancient I'm afraid their cocks would snap off in my cunt if I tried to fuck'em.

Ugggh, and don't bother asking why I'm here, I don't fucking know. A week erumshit ago I feel asleep in a motel  with Stockers then *BOOM*. Former Soviet Bloc nation! Internet connectivity is dick out here so if this doesn't get through AGAIN I swear I'll break off an icicle and gauge some fucker's eyes out. Yeah, thats another, its cold as fuck out here still. Oh, why I wouldn't give to have some fresh meat inside me. :/

You're probably as confused as hell over this but fuck you, I'm too pissed off to give a shit. Geek Boy, you get this? Your fucking number's been dead for over a week. This is all your fault, you know that right? Stupid fucking slenderfag......


-Panty

Well, Shit Most Certainly Went Down

Brief: Okay, back, for real this time. I

Panty: Move it, Geek Boy. If anyone should tell this bullshit, its me. You'd probably fuck it up with that your nerd faggotry.

Stocking: Like you have anything useful to say. Everything that comes out of your mouth is either bitching or spitting up semen.

Panty: Oh, like you're some chaste princess, huh bitch? You're every bit a slut as I am?

Scanty: Would you two obnoxious angels shut the fuck up and... wait why are we even telling THESE people again?

Panty: Well, Geek boy here thought they'd... wait a minute, why the fuck did I listen to you again?

Brief: I need to get this out to my followers, they NEED to know whats going on.

Kneesocks: Wait, is that simpering blockhead recording all our words?

Breif: I'm trying to be comprehensive they need to

Stocking: You hear that?

Panty: What?

Stocking: I hear it, the sound from befo

Scanty: I thought you said this place was secure!

Panty: I thought it was, I know this motel like the back of my hand!

Man: ...Uhh..uhh hey, blonde chick, thanks for the night and all but

Panty: Shit! It is it we gotta

Kneesocks: WHAT IN SATAN'S GLORIOUS NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!

Brief: It's like before we








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Garter's Gone

No, not dead or disappeared or anything but.... he up and suddenly left.

Don't ask me why or where he went, I haven't goddamn clue. Early this evening, when I was chatting to a mutual friend about the reconstruction efforts at DCHS, Garter stormed into the antechamber, dressed not in his cloak and frock but a leather jacket and motorbike helmet. When I asked him what was going on he said he had 'business to attend to' and quickly left before I could another word in edgewise.

So as you can guess we're all understandably dumbfounded (Well, I am; the angels more or less simply shrugged) by this. I don't have any lead on what's up. Its just... ugggh, yet another thing to contend with. I WANT to go down to the school but I'm sti

Miss Scanty: Oh what dreadful droning, is it not Miss Kneesocks?

Miss Kneesocks: Puerile dribble from an infantile mind, Dear Sister.

Miss S: Oh it is so rewarding to see those pathetic mortals run off, fearful for their worthless lives. Hmhmhm! But now where are they now?

Miss K: It would be most logical to assume their out on the town, sating their most base of desires.

Miss S: Yes... that is most certainly the Modus Operandi of creatures so despicable as angels.

Miss K: And the boy? The fool is probably still cowering in vain in the other room.

Miss S: Ehh, leave him for now. He is not worth our time.

Miss K: Yes, Miss Scanty; forgive my brashness in going after a mere mortal.

Miss S: And as for YOU, Angels of the gutter, if you see this, we're waiting for you in the church. You asked for a challenge, but I'm afraid we are much more than you are capable of handling. So until we next met...

Miss S&K: We bid you Adieu!

-Scanty and Kneesocks

New Update

Okay, been pretty busy lately working on a few things you'll be hearing soon, so I'll just break it down into bullet form:

• The move in went 'well', at least for as well as I could honestly have hoped for. The Anarchy sisters have been as accommodating as usual, but as long as I don't enter their annexes I should be in the clear. Sleeping is problematic though; the couch itself is comfy but their 'dog', Chuck, has tendency to come out in the middle of the night and hump it for hours on end. At this point I kinda just have to roll with it.
• No Slendy or demon-girl... well, having actual known some personally I don't know if demon-girl really fits but *shrug*. Not even in my dreams. Weather's still shit as ever and my unease doesn't go away.That presence that I reported like almost a month ago on that excursion I feel  off and on outside of the Church. I try to keep those circumstances to a bare minimum.
• I actually tried calling my other paranormal friends recently to see if they'd heard from Stan or anything (Yeah yeah, I should've done this earlier..). And, ummm, apparently they're gone too, none of them picked up. I'd go to their house to check up on them, but.... yeah no.
• As for the sisters themselves, Panty seems to be growing increasingly antsy as of late. I can't really corroberate this because like I said, I don't go out often now, but apparently the Daten clubbing scene is completely dead. She was reduced to giving a BJ to some dude in a back alley, and even that was a few days ago. Combined with no Ghosts to fight, She's been feeling real cooped up. I'm starting to get worried about her; she's starting to walk around the cathedral listlessly like a dog trapped in a cage. It's really sad, in my opinion. :/
• Stocking on the other hand has been taking things really well. Since she's sitting on a backlog of Heavens from all the Ghosts she's defeated, she's been spending her time summoning up sweets from Ex Nihilo  (A 'mail' order catalog angels use) to chowdown on without even leaving the church. Her reserve is beginning to run out though, which is lead her to start bitching about how since the currency is, in the most literal sense, is fiat, why they even bother instituting a currency at all. I told her that for things to have meaning they must have a 'price' to them... an answer she was not very receptive to.
• As for me, I've been working on a lead. I backtraced the original message I got, and it appears it DID come from the ruins of DCHS. I'll have to head back there soon to see what happened... when I work up the nerve to I mean.

Getting out of here

Okay, haven't posted in a couple days and I probably wont for a few more. Been setting my ducks in a row to move out. Kinda doing it without my old man's permission but its not like he ever notices when I'm around anyways.

As you can the tenseness has gone down somewhat but I'm still not comfortable in my house anymore. When I brush my teeth I'm always seeing shadows in the reflection of the doorway, and I always feel like there's something out watching me in the front garden when I go out.

Well, I'm done. Hopefully this'll all blow over, I guess. I mean... yeah I'm not gonna tempt fate here. I'll get back to you all if anything comes up.

Oh shit...Oh shit

K... back.... yeah, I wanna get this out as quick as possible because I really don't know what the fuck is going but... CHrist hrisr christ, okay... just woke up after spending the night in the closet. I... really don't know exactly what happened but FUCK.... something did and now I KNOW some shit's going down. Jesus fucking Christ.....

Ok okay, I'll try to say what hppened but shit it was... wow... I honestly don't feel safe here atm and I on't wanna tell my dad cause he'll think I'm losing my mind and....

yeah... i'll start from the beginning, i'm just afraid it isn't gone.

I was working on the post when suddenly something  out of nowhere smashed through the balcony glass door (and btw I live on the top floor of a four story mansion so i have no fucking clue how that happened). I jerked around to see what the fuck was going on when the... thing just lunged at me. I barely scampered out of the way as it lept on to the desk bashing around my key board around. As I crawled backwards I could make it out, small humanoid in a tattered white gown like the one from the dream. Hell she probably was that thing girl from the other dream. She turn to me, her black.. I don't even know if they were eyes or nothing at all but they stared at me. She opened her jaw to reveal ragged, decaying teeth. its hands which gripped my desk chair ended in talons or maybe just sharp nails idk.

So it opened it jaws and releaseded this moan and jesus christ I scampered into the closest to hide like I was fucking 5 year old. I slammed the door shut behind me putting me in darkness but I could soon her scratching at the door and this low, droning moan she kept on the entire time.

Yeah when terrifying things happen I don't know how much time passed but when did she suddenly stopped. after a couple minute I geuss I was brave (yeah, brave haha) enough to open the door to peak through. 'She' was open on my bed on her hands and knees, directly glaring at me. I could not tear my eyes away from her... idk why but I was both terrified and curious... just don't ask me why. She tilted her head like a curious dog; I had no idea what to make of her but I just felt I just couldn't turn away.

Suddenly she broke eye contact and looked up at apparenly something behind me. My body went fucking rigid cause... I felt... something. I could barely pull my head and gaze up before I felt something.... slither i geuss over my hair. Thats when I blacked out, I think.

I woke up a few hours ago but I didn't dare leave the 'safety' of the closet for over two hours. When I came out I found the room immaculate; no shattered glass or anything. The only evidence something happened is that Post on my blog, which... I really don't want to speculate, this is all too fucking much.

If you're wondering what my second dream was, don't fucking bother. I've completely forgotten. I feel like I'm losing my mind here, no way in hell I can tell my dad about this. Not much about my life is rational to begin with but this is beyond the pale. And... I don't think its gone, what ever it or they are. I'm eyeing my closet right now, thinking one of those blazers is just gonna spontaneously come to life.

I need to spend some time away from here, like now. I dunno what I'll do but just... something. I'm gonna have to do something about this.

-Brief

OOH SCARY SLENDER MAN OOH

OOOOH YES I'M THE SLENDER MAN AND I'VE STOLEN YOUR BLOG GEEK BOY OOOOOOH....


I'M GONNA GET YOU GEEK BOY I'M BEHIND YOU RIGHT NOW AND I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU GEEK BOY

THATS RIGHT WITH MY FUCKING OCTOPUS ARMS I'M GONNA STRANGLE YOU GEEK BOY AND THEN RAPE YOU IN THE ASS WITH MY TENTACLES OOOOOH

....AND I'M AFTER YOU NEXT BLOG READER OOOOOH

Creepy shit....

Yeah, Ummm, dunno if this is SM related or not but, yeah, just got a call from Stan's phone and, yeah, as you can probably tell I'm a bit, a bit fazed by this. This just happened, man, a few minutes ago. Stan, I dunno what he was doing, maybe he went to the HS again, I have no clue. I dunno... what happened to him, just...

yeah, getting ahead of myself. So I get the call from him and put the cell up to my ear. Suddenly I'm bombarded with this... this loud grinding sound overlaid with bursts of static that goes on for over two minutes. I had to pull it away from my ear cause it felt like it'd burst my ear drums open. Grinding and scratching and scraping, sounded like depths of fucking Hell. I tried talking into it to ask Stan what the fuck was going on, but I got no response. After like 150 seconds of this... noise, the call mercifully went dead.

I immediately tried to call him back, but all I got was a disconnected tone. When I checked the call log again, I saw that the number that had dialed has somehow changed from Stan's number to some number I've never received call from,  327-924-8464. Too chickenshit and tired to try and call an unknown number now.

So yeah... Stan's just... gone apparently, this certainly bodes well. I'll try calling him tomorrow but... its pretty obvious something happened. At any rate, I'm confused, unnerved and moreover tired. I'm gonna have to sleep on this. Pleasant dreams...

Been busy lately

Just because I'm kind of not in school at the moment doesn't mean I don't have work. My dad's been dumping a a lot of tutoring on me so thats been taking up a huge chunk of my free time.... the time I'm not already wasting playing video games and that shit. *sigh*

No word on SM in case you really are wondering. I got an E-mail from my friend that he actually DID go back a couple days ago but the sites still cordoned off. Weird. I might go with him later this week... If I have the time.

So yeah, sorry I've been spotty updating over the past few days. Not much up and I've been lazy. C'est la vie.

An Ordinary Sunday At Church

Okay, on the advice of a couple of my followers (AKA all of my followers), I've been taking a break from thinking about SM stuff. Since then I've been feeling a bit less jittery, though the weather refuses to improve. If I've had anymore dreams or nightmares, I can't remember them. Just been mopping around my house lately, playing video games and surfing the web.

Today though I decided to go to church, specifically the one run by the pastor who's the Anarchy Sister's guardian, Garterbelt. Now, let me let you in on a little secret about Daten: We aren't... the most religious of cities. Garter's Cathedral is the only Catholic church in the city, and there are no Mosques or Synagogues to my recollection. Despite... everything that goes on here, we're as secular a city as they get; those who do go to church on any sort of basis go to massive megachurches that are either feel-good, nondenominational affairs or... this:

To be perfectly honest, I'm not the best of Christians either, despite (or perhaps, because of) knowing several Angels personally. And when I go to the church, its rarely for religious reasons.

Anyway, Garter's church has a membership of practically none as far as I can tell, and I've been to a number of his Sunday Sermons. This occasion was no different from any other, which meant that it would be bizarre if it weren't for the fact that it fit perfectly with everything else that occurs. Garter was up at the pulpit, delivering a sermon on the Seven Deadly Sins to only me and Stocking. He intoned every word with passion and seriousness, a serious that was immediately negated by his pet dog.... thing dry humping the pulpit for the entirety of the sermon.

Stocking was there in only the most broadest definition of the term. She was sprawled out on one of the pews laying on a bunch of throw pillows, eating a platter of chocolate and strawberry drizzled beignets the entire service. To say that she zoned out would imply she was zoned in to begin with; I think she actually curled up and went to sleep towards the end.

About 15 minutes in the church was filled with grunts and moans coming from upstairs; Panty was apparently having her way with a number of men. Despite the loud sounds of coitus, Garter tried to keep the Sermon going (which, ironically enough, had just gotten to Lust), but he soon lost track of himself and the service soon degenerated into him talking about anecdotes from his life. Meanwhile, the orgasmic moans kept growing louder and they kept on going! Seriously, it went on for the entire service and was STILL going on when Garter FINALLY wrapped it up. Garter tried to rope me into a confessional, but... previous experience has taught me that isn't something I want to do. Realizing Panty probably wouldn't be available for quite sometime. I decided to call it in and head home.

So yeah, that's what a church service at Garter's church is like. Its pretty much this way every week from what I can tell. Still, its nice to get a chance to see the Anarchy Sisters when I have a legitimate to actually be there. I'll probably comeback tomorrow or the day after, its been a while since I've been there regularly.

No  Slendy sightings, though that shouldn't really be all that of a surprise. Haven't heard from Stan at all either, so I have to assume he hasn't gone back yet. At any rate, expect some more mundane entries for the next couple days like this one. But if anything comes up, I'll let you know.

Weird Dreams

Sorry I'm so late to getting to this, but I had to suss out what exactly happened. Been a few hours since I woke up so the details are probably a bit sketchy, but here's what I remember.

I was in the church, right up at the pulpit surrounded by the empty pews. There was no color on anything; the contrast had been reduced to the point of gray-scale and there seemed to be a film grain overlayed on top of it. The room was unnaturally bright with no obvious light source; a hollow whitish-gray tone. And the only sounds at first was this continuous drone of a needle skipping across a broken record.

So I was just sitting there in the middle of the empty church, not knowing what the hell I was supposed to do for about a good minute when I heard a light giggle from behind one of the pews. Sorta-kinda realizing this was a dream (I think...), and feeling a tad adventurous, I walked down the aisle, slowly approaching the pew were the giggling emanated from. Suddenly a small figure just leaped up from one of the rows, scrambling over the pews on all fours like an animal before breaking into a sprint for the back of the church. I didn't really get a good look at it at first because frankly I was scared shitless, but the figure appeared to be wearing an elegant gown like one of Stocking's, but all white. It was giggling like a girl the whole time, so I assumed that's what its gender had to be.

After being dumbstruck for a few seconds, for whatever reason, I decided to chase after her. She'd ducked into a door leading to a stairway, and I quickly follow. I caught a glimpse of her on the top landing; long grey strands of hair trailing behind her as she disappeared into this bright white void beyond the doorway at the top. Only now do I realize that she probably waiting for me.

So yeah, foolishly, I follow her into the grey-ish white void and suddenly I'm on Main Street, everything still grey-scale; hollow, lifeless. The whole city felt dead, like a flickering illusion, especially with that grainy filter. The ambient noise of the skipping record suddenly increased, my vision flickering with each skip. I saw the girl run out before me, about 100 or so yards away, running toward... Him.

He was there, standing in the middle of the road, a good eight feet tall. His head, a featureless grey blob, craned from side to side as the girl ran up to him, clutching at his leg as she turned back to look at me. I could make her out clearly now; yeah she was wearing a gothic gown, but it was tattered and seemed to be stained. Her face though... I dunno if her eyes were black or torn out but they just weren't THERE. They were just black voids. His tendril like arm wrapped around her shoulder.

His head suddenly jerked around to 'look' directly at me. The next flicker of my vision he was 20 yards closer, and then 20 yards closer again. It wasn't until he was 40 yards that I realized the threat, so I turned around and ran. I ran for a good 15 seconds before something grasp at my neck. And then I woke up.

Now, I dunno what to make of this dream, I'm not gonna go out and say this was prophetic or anything, but the vividness of it was simply unnerving. I know I'm stressed out from everything, but even accounting for that this was just... bizzare. I'll keep you posted on any further dreams I have.

And Panty, FS, please... try to keep it civil okay? I don't want to have to start zapping posts.

And what's wrong with any of the previous posts? They seem fine to me.

Ok, Just Got Back

A tad paranoid to be honest. Nothing 'bad' per se happened but... I dunno. It just felt off.

Let me back track a little, its hard to explain. So I leave my home and head out the street to the game store which is, I would guess, 2 or so miles away in a chain outlet. My neighborhood's fairly upscale; bunch of McMansions and manicured lawns and there's always police patrolling so I don't have to be worried about being mugged or anything (though hell of a lot of good they'll be if Ghosts were to attack), but there was an emptiness to it. I mean there were other people out; jogging, walking dogs, that sort of thing, but... maybe the weather's beginning to get to them. It got pretty miserable when the wind started to kick up into my face, but I could deal with it. But even the weather considered, there weren't a lot of people out, even when I got to the shopping center. And the people I did see were lethargic and tired. Man, I hope this weather breaks soon.

More than that though, and you're all gonna say I'm just letting this SM thing get to me, but... I felt like I was being watched. No, I didn't see any shadowy figures or anything like that, but I felt, as weird as it sounds, like I ALMOST did. It felt like there eyes peering at the back of my head; not actively glaring as much as passively observing.... I know this sounds like gibberish but this feeling is hard to describe. It might just be a bit of paranoia getting to me, idk. But in the back of my head, I kept expecting SOMETHING to step out of the shadows. Needless to say, this made the entire trip tense and uncomfortable.

And the best part about it all? The game I pre-ordered, Bulletstorm? Well, turns out I mixed up what day it was released on, its not out for another two weeks, so this was all a great use of my time. I'm gonna play some ME2 then go to bed. Hopefully my dreams won't be that disturbed from all this paranoia.

Dreary Weather We're Having

Man, I haven't seen the sun in like over a week, maybe two? This has to be one of the longest stretches of lousy weather Daten has seen in a while. It's not like its stormy or rainy or anything, just crappy, depressing weather.

You'd probably expect this ominous weather to be a portent for Evil or something, but surprisingly its not. Like I said in the comments a couple days ago, there haven't been any ghosts attacks lately. Maybe those stupid Daemon Sisters finally gave up the ghost? :p

...Anyways, Gonna run down to EB Games (for some reason they never switched ours to a Gamestop; it's weird) and pick up a game I preordered. First time I've been out of the house in a few days. I'll let you know if anything happens. Seeya in a bit.

Solitary Sunset

Brief here. Was going over some old Astronomy pics on one of my old external HDDs when I found this:

A Sunset (Or rise? I honestly can't tell, the file's unmarked) from the surface of Mars. Remind you of another famous sunset?

-Brief

Well, that was a bust...

Just got a call from Stan. Says he was turned away from the construction site by a bunch of workers. So much for it being abandoned.

Stan isn't giving up though. Said he'd be back some time later this week, probably later at night. Asked if I wanted in. I... turned him down. Ghostbusting with the Angels is strenuous enough; don't need a cryptid or Humanoid Abomination breathing down my neck. (That's right, I'm a troper :p )

I'm personally starting to doubt how forthcoming info on SM will be, so expect more mundane posts until we get some sort of lead.

Quick Update

Brief again. No new Slender sightings as of yet, but got some related news. Apparently rebuilding efforts on DCHS 18, my High School that was destroyed in a...ummm... unfortunate set of circumstances, has been put on indefinite hiatus. The website gave no indication as to why this was, but one of my paranormal friends, Stanley, is sure that its the Slender Man. He's gonna be investigating it later today. I'll keep you posted on the details.

...Course, it could just be an ordinary Ghost haunting, but you never know. Heh, maybe you could a few Heavens out of this after all, Panty.

...Anyways, as for myself, ummm, I'm doing alright. Haven't been haunted or anything lately. Finishing up watching Plinkett's review of Revenge of the Sith, which my friends kind of pushed me to watch. It's actually very funny and insightful. Now, I'm the kind of nerd whose willing to give Lucas the benefit of the doubt in a few areas--Don't get me wrong, I've always found them mediocre at best--but this brought up things I hadn't even considered, such as the shoddy camera work in all the non-action scenes. Definitely worth a look even if you think you've seen enough prequel bashing for your lifetime; it really is quite insightful.

Umm, thats about it. Brief out.

Introduction -- The Slenderman Mythos

Ummm... Brief here. Kinda new to blogging, so the site's a bit shabby, but I'll fix it up eventually!... I think....

...Anyways, me and my paranormal buddies have been talking recently about a supernatural phenomenon that spread across the web a couple years ago. Now, if you've actually continued reading this far (Follow me please?), you've probably heard of vlogs like Marble Hornets and EverymanHYBRID that are based around the Slender Man Mythos. Now many assume these are just interesting, scary stories, but me and my friends think there may be something more to this. Plus, I don't think there's a person in Daten that can honestly deny the existence of the supernatural. :p

...er, moving on, I'm actually the last of my friends to start a Slendy blog... kinda was forced into doing this to be honest. But where I differ from my friends is that I'm not inquiring into the nature of SM, a lot of other people can do that. This is to be a catalog of Slendy sightings around Daten. I'm... a bit too frightened to follow himself, really....


SO yeah, stay tuned, I'll try to get updates as soon as possible. Live Long And Prosper.

-Brief