Success, I believe

I suppose I was wrong about the future of his world. I thought I could see into the future. He proved me wrong. I still won, In a sense. It seems the deaths were not futile as we had believed.

No need to smile anymore.

I'm Sorry

This will be my last post. I have given up. I tried my idea. It didn't work. I know if I do this, they will win....but I can't go on. I will be dead by the morning.

-S.C.

And Then I Was Tired

Very tired. After Smile's last post, I stayed up all night afraid of what might happen to me. Got to sleep at 2 AM, woke up at 6 AM with a drawing on my body. It seemed to be drawn by a child and was of as boy smiling a very large smile holding the hand of a tall suited man. I wonder who that is....(/sarcasm).
I HAVE kNOWN HiM FOR LONGER THAN YOU KNOW, SHROUdED ONE
I went to take a picture of it before I made this post, but it had mysteriously disappeared. Nice to see my little friends also traveled a state south just for me. I have an idea as to how i can find out if those people really died. My mother, the sect. Guess we'll just wait and see...
:)
-S.C.

A Brilliant Mind

thANK HeAVEN! THE CRIsIS --THE DANGeR AND THE LINGERING ILLNESS IS OVER AT LAST --, AND THE FEVER cALLED LIVING IS CONQUERED At LAST.

-Edgar Allen Poe

:)

Fuck You Too

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I'm sorry, I don't know how to begin this post. What I felt when I saw my mother's name in a sentence about a carcass, my first reaction was shock. That shock let into complete rage and now i'm just sad. I'm like the saddest boy alive. Of course, i'm not really. There are boys in Africa who lost both their parents and starve on a daily basis. They're sadder than me. In my shock it seems I blacked out and trashed my room. It also seems that now I should open the box. So I will. Consider this a live box opening with pictures and all.

This is the outside of the box. Our friend seems to have employed some well placed electrical tape.

Here is the contents of the box. Their arrangement is almost creepy  considering how much they were jostled around.

Here are the dolls alone. The big one is Max from where the wild things are. The two small ones seem to be  The Mad Hatter (left) and The Scarecrow (right).

And the not to go along with the dolls. "Dear friend Max, say hello to your wild things. One will fall apart by the hands of many nothings. One will grow mad from their own wrong doings. But you will always be there, Max. In and out of weeks. And almost a year. Searching for your wild things. But you will not find them. They will be long gone by then. I have seen this future. Thank you."

I need a bit of time to mourn, maybe go to a funeral. Bye.

-S.C.

The Beauty of Blood

THE caRCASS WAS the BEST PArT! OH BLiSS! BLISS AnD HEAVEN! IT WAS GORGeOUSNESS AND GORGEOUSITY MADE FLESH!

STAY SMILING, dear friend

:)

Relocation

Big changes have occurred. The police said that my closest living relatives were in San Diego. My grandparents. I flew over on a plane last night almost as soon as I got home. I was able to pack up my things. Clothes, Xbox, laptop, camera, everything I got in forest park and mount tabor, and some other personal things. I'm currently here in new room trying to get used to my surroundings. I have some pictures from mount tabor park to go along with my explanation of what happened. Here is the first.

This sign is in front of the entrance to Mount Tabor Park. At this point, I hadn't notice anything.

I took this picture right as we walked to our lunch spot. I didn't see anything, but I began to feel a sensation as if I were being watched.

When I took this picture, I was sure I had spotted him. I hurried my friend out of there and put on my goggles.

Then he was right there again. I swear, it's like he just appears behind you. My friend didn't seem to see him, but I told him it was time to go and "race you out of the park."

Now the part I didn't get pictures of. While running like hell out of the park, I was still wearing my goggles. Though this made it hard to see, I knew it was necessary. I saw a small box perched in between to branches in a tree. I had to stop and jump for it, but I still got out alive, obviously. If you do care, my friend beat me out of the forest by a good distance. I broke the tree line and felt something grabbing onto my shirt. Whatever it was ripped part of my shirt off, and I told my friend it got snagged on a low branch. We then walked back to my house and were startled to see police almost breaking down the door. I shouted for them to stop, and they promptly did. They said that my mother hadn't been found and that I was being relocated to San Diego. All of this in front of my friend, mind you. So I packed my bags and they whisked me off to the airport. Now we're here. I haven't opened the Box I found yet, but I might later today. I don't know. Talk to you guys as soon as I can.

-S.C. 

Updates

Just a quick update. I've made definitive plans with a friend. We are going to the park on Saturday. I told him we were just going to the forest. I don't know what I'll tell him when I have to find something. We are taking a picnic of sorts for lunch and I'll hide that knife that I got earlier in a bag or something. I have the goggles and the key and the flashlight. I don't know what things will come in handy there, but anything can happen in a situation like this. If all goes well I will make another post Saturday evening. Until next time.

-S.C. 

Difficult Decisions

I called my mother's work and she wasn't there. I called the hospital and she wasn't in a room. I called 911 and reported a missing person. They got here quicker than I expected. They said they had been watching the house. I asked them why. They said I was reported missing by my mother, and they were watching the house to make sure she didn't get taken. They searched the house for her to no avail and explained that they never saw me enter the house or her leave the house. They say they will look for her, but I have a feeling they won't find anything. They were nice enough to help me clean the house before they brought me in to police custody before they find me somewhere to live. I was able to bring some things. I brought clothes, my camera, the key, flashlight, and goggles, and of course, my laptop.

After thinking about it and reading what you guys have said, I've decided I'll go to a woodsy area to look for something to make me sad again. I looked around and figured I might as well go to Mount Tabor Park, a city park here in Portland. It isn't fully wooded, but there are wooded areas. I'll start my trip tomorrow and take some pictures. I'll see if I can bring someone with me. I'll bring what you guys told me too. Weapon, rations and...what was the third thing? Oh, my camera. Duh. I'll also bring that key, flashlight, and the goggles. I have a feeling they'll come in handy. I tried putting the goggles on, but they still just messed up my vision. After leaving them on my eyes for extended periods of time,however, it eventually became clear. It was not something I wanted to see. It turned the world into the world of my nightmares. I tore the goggles off as soon as the image cleared and chastised myself for ever putting them on. I'll still bring them with me, though. Maybe seeing in to that fucks world will help me solve this riddle.

-S.C.

P.S. Mom, if you're reading this.....I love you. I'm going to try and save you, no matter the cost.

All Smiles

Well, fuck me. How are you guys doing? Oh, me? I'm just getting over being ABDUCTED BY A SEEMINGLY SUPERNATURAL HAPPY ASSHAT. Wanna know how it went? Wanna know what he made me do? Wanna hear how miserable it was? TOO BAD. I can hardly remember anything. All I can remember is a smile shrouded in darkness, which seems to be from some dream I had. Oh, and more than a week of agonizing pain. I remember that too. It really all seemed to hit me when I woke up im my bed with everything immaculately clean and neat. Everything was eerily nice, except for a strange weight I felt on my forehead. I decided to Get up, being cautious not to ruin the hard work someone had done on my house. When I walked out of my room I discovered, in fact, it was not my whole house. Every part of my house besides my room was covered in dirt, turned over furniture, broken lamps, and blood. Lots of blood. But my whole room, even the outside of my door and the door frame were sparkling clean. But the thing i found the most strange was that even when I got up, the strange weight on my forehead, which i figured would be a note or something, had not left. I decided to look in a mirror which of course led me to the bathroom. What I saw was...not to my liking. On my forehead, in the neatest handwriting I had seen in blood, was a nice little message. "APPROVED :)". After my initial shock I got up from my fetal position on the floor and looked around. I saw a not on the counter. What a shocker.


"A clue will be found in a forest, but you'll have to go somewhere new.
If you don't solve our riddle, you'll be happy through and through
:)"

So, do with that what you will. I think I need some advice. My mom wasn't here when I woke up and she still hasn't gotten back. Before I do anything, I'll try to find her. I'll search for some forests in Portland and start with the one closest to me. But tell me, should I go? I don't know if I should trust this at all.

S.C.

Hello Strangers

Hi. My name is Catherine Casey. I am Stephen's mother. I knew about his blog and thought I might as well use it to get some things out.

I've read through my son's blog. I don't know if he's going insane, I don't know if it's all real. All I know is that I came home one day and Stephen was gone. I searched all over the house, all around the neighborhood, even in the park mentioned in one of his previous posts. Sadly he was no where to be found. I reported it to the police. They said they would try their best. Nothing yet. I asked neighbors, put up posters. I almost had his picture put on milk cartons. Nothing seemed to work. Just recently I got a note. It was taped to my front door when I came home from work. It said:

NO NEED TO WORRY Ms. CaSEY. HE IS MERELY DELvING INTO A MAZe OF TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS.WE WILL RETURN HIm WHEN WE SEe FIT.

 STAY SMILING
:)

All the letters were capitalized lower case the same as I typed. Everything on the note was hand written, including the emote. The cops are watching the house to make sure no one can take me even if they want to. Somehow I don't feel that will help. Even though they are willing to protect me, they think my son has run off to live out his own twisted fantasies. I just hope to god that he's okay. I can't bring myself to do anything when I'm so uncertain abut his fate. I can't even sleep.

-C.C.

Prepared

We have been preparing from the beginning. We shall protect The Light to our dying breath, Happy One. Keep an eye out for us.

-§

Preparing

BOOM!

HE HIT THE GROUND AND HIS VISION BECAME BLURRED.

TO HIS SURPRISE, HE COULD STILL MOVE, SO HE WALKED AND WALKED. HE WALKED AIMLESSLY UNTIL HE REACHED A PARK HE DID NOT KNOW. PEOPLE WOULD ASK HIM WHAT WAS WRONG. THEY WORRIED. BUT HE STAYED CALM. HE STAYED CALM AS HE SAW CHILDREN BEING WHISKED AWAY INTO THE WOODS LEFT AND RIGHT. ALL HE COULD DO TO ESCAPE THIS TERROR WAS RUN. SO HE RAN HOME. WHEN HE GOT THERE, HIS MOTHER WAS HOME. HE LIED HIS WAY OUT, JUST AS HE WAS USED TO DOING. HE ATTEMPTED TO HEAL HIMSELF BUT HE KEPT BLEEDING. HE WOKE UP WITH HIS SHEETS DRENCHED IN BLOOD. HE WAS GOING FAINT. HE SAW A LIGHT. THEN HE WAS GONE.

THE sHROUDED ONE WILL BE BaCK SOON. HE MUST BE REfINED. HE MUST BEGIN HIS JOURNeY TO HAPPINESS.

STAY SMILING

:)

And Yet it Moves

I guess I have to. today's events can't go unnoticed. I have to tell you guys. So, as an introduction, let me describe a dream i had last night.

I enter a pitch black room. I stand there, deathly afraid. I think I hear something breathing. I wait for what seems like an eternity, then a light turns on. I see a relatively fancy looking room. It looks like some kind of study, with 2 levels. There is a floor to ceiling window on the wall opposite me. Outside I see blackness. Nothing. Everything is black and white, save a chair in the middle of the room. A red chair. Blood red. I am compelled to walk and sit in the chair, so I do. I walk for what again seems like an eternity until I eventually get to the chair and sit down. As soon as I sit down, I am frozen in place. There he is. Standing directly behind where I believe I had been standing. The tall man. The man in the suit. "Slendy" as some of you so affectionately call him. I sit there and he stands there. I hear him breathing. At least, I think it's him. Every time I blink, he's closer. One last time, and he's looking me in the eye. Or as close to that as a faceless being can get. Then everything flashes and the world turns black. Black with white outlines, around everything. And now, the man has turned into our friend. Our happy friend. And he's standing there, smiling. At least two eternities pass before he begins to lift his head. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, more of his face becomes visible. Until he lifts his head high enough that I can see his eyes. But this time, I don't wake up. This time, I see them. I see those eyes and I see everything that is wrong with them. The best way I can describe it is one of those hypnotic swirls. A bit more rough on the edges, but essentially a swirl. They don't move at first, but then they begin to spin. I can feel the corners of my mouth begin to rise, then I wake up. I wake up smiling like a maniac.

So on to what happened today. I was sitting in my room, being the vegetable previously stated. My mom was at work so I was alone. I just posted my pointless keyboard mashing post when it happened. I began to smile. And no matter what I did, I couldn't stop. So I got up to look in the mirror, and sure enough, I had the biggest smile you could ever fucking imagine on my face. I instantly knew something was wrong, so I attempted to post my address and "HELP" In case something happened. Looking back on that, It probably wasn't a good idea. Panic does that to you. Anyway, That post ended up turning out like:
"HELP PLEASE MY ADDRESS IIMUJYNHTBGRVFE", because When I was almost done typing, I was flung out of my chair and on to my bed. I look up and he's standing there at my door. The person who I will now refer to as "Smile". That seems fitting. So Smile was standing there, eyes blazing. I cover my eyes, and I feel my smile just getting bigger and bigger. So I do the most irrational but necessary thing I can think of and jump out the window. I land in a bush which seems to break my fall, but I don't escape without millions of bruises, cuts, scrapes, and a bloody nose. I run as fast as I can to a park nearby that usually has lots of people in it. And this time is no different. This soothes me. Whenever someone walks up to me and asks me what happened, I say I got in a bike accident. "Pretty bad accident" They say. "Yup" is all I say in response. I stay there until it gets dark and my mom calls me on my cell phone. I walk home just ahead of the streetlights turning off so never have to be in darkness, which is nice. I get home and my mom freaks out. I say I fell out of a tree in the forest and she says I should wash myself to clean the cuts and she tries to treat my bloody nose. I put some pain relief stuff on the big cuts and try to bandage them as good as I can. I then come up to my room and sit at the computer. Then I type this. Now we're caught up. Bye.

I'Ll COME TO YOU SooN, sHROUDeD ONE :)

-S.C.

The Urge to Keyboard Mash

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Phew. Done with that.
You have no Idea how boring life can get when you are hiding out in your room from a child eating supernatural creature. Seriously, this guy is just making me feel like not doing anything. Like I should just sit here and turn into a vegetable. I don't even feel like doing this. More later.

-S.C.

Threatened

I saw the post. I saw the table. I saw him. That was it. That was the world from my dreams. The world that changed the feeling of my house. If the people that inhabit this world can read this, lay off. I don't need your help if all you're going to do is kill people with my body as a puppet. Mmmm....bagels are good. But back to serious things. From what I can tell, the police are gone.

ThEY ARe SMIlING FOR THE pRESENT. :)

The tall fuck was outside my window again. Back to his old haunts, I see. The dreams are different. Now I'm walking with him in a forest, holding his hand. No matter what I do, I can't let go. I have come to realize, after this happening multiple times, that this is the same path I saw him on at forest park. The first time. We walk and walk for what seems like an eternity. The cover above us gets more and more thick and dark. Then we hit a large clearing with one huge tree in the middle. There is a man sized hole in the tree, and we walk into it. We walk until we are engulfed in darkness. Then I wake up. All I can think to do is follow that path, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for that. I have to think this through before I do anything too drastic.

-S.C.

Threat

He was a threat. We needed to neutralize him. We needed to make him HAPPY. We apologize for the inconvenience, Shrouded One.

STAY SMILING

:)

Cops and Shit

So, early this morning, I got a nice visit from the police. So I guess I was right. Luckily, I wasn't arrested. They Came in with their flashlights and stuff. They looked around and found nothing. They walked into my room and found it clean as a whistle. Not a drop of blood or human body anywhere. They looked through my closet, under my bed, in my dresser, out the newly fixed window. Oh yeah, he was there. The cops didn't see him, but he was there. I swear someone else was there too. I might have to look into that. Anyway, the cops left. Well, they said they left. I'm pretty sure they're still there watching. Someone's always watching.

I got myself a knife. A nice one too. To protect myself if anyone or anything tries to get in here again. I feel like
that new "friend" I have is not too nice. I've been having dreams about him, I think. It's all very dark, but there are white outlines. I'm walking through my house, and then I see him. He's wearing a hoodie that covers his eyes. He doesn't seem to have a nose, but he definitely has a mouth. He has a very big mouth that's always smiling. It doesn't seem to big until you think about the normal size of a human mouth. It's just a bit bigger, but it's enough to seem completely wrong. He's huddled over in a corner ranting to himself about he's happy and everyone's happy and everyone's sane. Then he starts laughing. Oh god, his laugh. It sounds more like crying, but you can tell it's some sick laugh. Then he looks up....I almost see his entire face...then I wake up. I know the part of my house where he huddles over in the dream. Every time I go there, I get a terrible feeling. I think I'm going insane over all this shit.

-S.C.

So I Found This Newspaper

As the title suggests, I got friday's copy of "The Oregonian" today (my mom had it in the living room the whole time. go figure!). It does not bode well. I scanned it in for you guys. Just....just read it.

I don't want to think about this but I can't help it. What if they were robbing my house? What if that was Alex Bell's blood covering my room. I'm not a murderer....there's no way.

-S.C.

"The Slender Man" and a Mysterious Box

I think I saw him out there again. I hope I'm wrong.But now my current knowledge. You know how I said I would try synonyms? I did. I tried synonyms for tall and skinny. I eventually tried "elongated slender man". Things came up. Things that seemed eerily familiar. "The Slender Man" is a tall, pale, faceless man wearing a black suit and black tie. He stalks kids and sometimes has tentacles. There are vlogs that seem to document peoples experiences with him. There are also some blogs. Some of these are very obviously people acting. Some of them not so much. The most famous one, from what I can tell, is Marble Hornets. Considering the fact that they have a DVD and t-shirts, I'm pretty sure it's not real. On the other hand, there's series like Tribe Twelve and Every Man Hybrid. Both of these seem much more genuine and real, as well as not having merchandise. However, to me, the one that I am sure is real is Caught Not Sleeping. It is a very unknown vlog, but it seems to be one of the only real ones. I think it deserves more publicity so they can get some help. Anyway, on to that box I talked about. As stated in the Forest Park post, I found a box in the witches castle wrapped in what seemed to be a note. I took it home and documented the opening process with pictures.

These are all just pictures of the outside of the box.

These are pictures of the paper on the outside. The note reads as follows, "DEAR Shrouded One, These things will keep you safe from him. THEY WILL KEEP YOU HAPPY STAY SMILING, a friend". There is also a drawing of a huge eyed, fanged smiling face.

These are the contents of the box as well as some writing on the under flaps. The contents are:

1. Weird goggles that screw up my vision

2. A key

3. A flashlight with two settings. The second setting is really bright.

As to the under flaps, It seems that the sect does not look to highly upon this happy man. This man that calls me "The Shrouded One". Makes me wonder.....

-S.C.

Forest Hijinks

Well, I went to forest park. It didn't turn out well exactly. I was able to snap some pictures, though. Let me start from the beginning.

So, I told my mom I was gonna go to the park with my friends. Luckily, she believed me, and I was allowed to leave. I didn't see that tall guy outside (I now know he may be called "The Slender Man"...more on that later). So I got on the bus and got myself to Forest Park. In the beginning, it was pretty peaceful and nice. Then I was pretty sure I saw him. This proves it:

So, I began what eventually became a full out run. I saw him another time while I was resting and snapped a picture before I kept running.

Eventually, I got to the fabled witches castle which, after some research, I learned is considered haunted. Go figure. Anyway, I went inside, and found a package rapped in a piece of paper with writing on it. I'll upload pictures of that later. Then, I heard something behind me and got the hell out of there. I don't know if he was there, but I got a picture as I left.

I was running along a quite beautiful path to get out of that forest when I noticed a perfect picture opportunity. I may be being stalked by some supernatural eldritch horror, but I'm not one to pass up a perfect shot. So I turned around, and guess who was right the fuck there? I got a couple pictures, both of which are extremely distorted.

Now...this next one....I don't even know what the fuck.

So yeah. Do with that what you will. I think I'm done for the day. I'll post more soon. Once I stop shaking.

-S.C.

Fine

I'll go. I'll go to forest park again, if you really want it that bad. I'll bring my camera and see if I can get any pictures. I'll make sure to investigate the witch's castle as well. I mean, what other castle could they be talking about?

-S.C.

The Castle

We tried to tell you. Go to the castle, brightest.

-§

A New Perspective

Well. Shit. They're right. Those bastards are right. I looked at the small area of my room with blood still on it. Guess what color it was? Not black. I really hope that freak actually is dead. I really hope his blood is red. I really....really hope. If this isn't his blood, I don't want to think about where it came from. I guess the results may be grim. They probably are. I just...can't think of myself doing that. And why don't I remember it? And why didn't may hands get cut by the broken glass? And why is he outside again. Oh god. I didn't do it. I didn't kill him. This isn't his blood. I have to board up my window....now.....bye.

-S.C.

Haze

You must see through the haze, Stephen. Be your own light to guide you through the fog around your eyes.

It is red.

-§

What. The. Fuck.

OK. I don't know what is happening. Last thing I remember, I'm sitting at the computer. Next thing I know, I'm sitting on my widow sill covered in what seems to be black blood. I looked at those poem type things that "§.C." posted. My window is broken, by the way. Like someone, or something, burst into my room from the window. From what I can tell, considering the wreckage and the fact that I don't see that freak anywhere, I think he's dead. I think I killed him. I don't know how, and I don't know why "The results may be grim", but I know I killed him. I suppose I should heed that warning, though. They are my sect, I suppose. Don't see why they would lie. Well, I'm gonna try to clean this stuff off of my walls. Glad my mom was on a business trip...

-S.C.

I am The Light

I shine so bright
As bright as a thousand suns
They call me "The Light"
I will fight until it's done
He will not defeat me
I am as strong as him
I will murder him with glee
And the results may be grim

-§.C.

Creature

He follows me wherever I go
Over mountains, to and fro

He is tall and thin
And his face has no grin

He haunts my dreams
And my head bursts at the seams

I see him now
To fit in here he must bow

But I am not his king
I'm around his finger like a ring

He knows he can get me whenever he likes
I guess he enjoys eating little tykes

I must stop now, in fear of being caught
Then I would regret the days that I fought

-§.C.

"The Light" and Other Misfortunes

So. I guess I'm "The Light". I'm gonna guide them in the unspoken days. They are my sect. So, what? A sect of me? That doesn't make much sense. I guess by "all creatures" they mean that thing. I don't know what other creatures there are, though.

Well, I saw him outside my window today. Right outside. I closed my curtains, though it was difficult to walk so close to the thing. I don't even know how he was at the second story window. He definitely wasn't that tall, last time I checked. Seeing him up close was....disgusting. Seeing all that pale skin where a mouth, nose, and eyes should be. And I now know he doesn't even have ears. I don't even understand how he tracked me back to my house. I can't believe I have to live with his silhouette outside my curtains for the rest of my life.

 I guess I'll try to get used to this. I'll get through a day of it, and then it will be fine. Though my sleep still won't be peaceful. Last night I had a dream that I could see, from first person view, him coming in through my window and eating my organs. just stuffing them into his face. I might try to research him some more. Maybe I'll try synonyms.

-S.C.

The Light

We know you. You are the light. The one that will guide us in the unspoken days. You are the one who will stand up to all creatures. All power will be given to you, and you shall transcend humanity. You shall become a god like him.

Do not be afraid. We are your sect.

-§

Easter for an Atheist

Hello again, guys. Happy Easter, I guess. Nothing has gotten better. I've spent all my time on the computer, being afraid. I've been staying home from school a lot more. I can't will myself to go outside. But I'm finally on Spring break, so I can do the same thing, but legally. Though, there has been a shocking new revelation. About....that thing.

It seems to have tentacles. Oh yes, to add to all of the creepy ass shit about this guy, he has pitch black tentacles. I only saw them for a second, but I know I saw them. I tried searching "tall skinny man" on google, and I didn't get any results even remotely close to what I've seen. I think he's been getting gradually closer to my house day by day. My nightmares are getting even worse, and are going on even longer.

So yes, this is a relatively normal easter for me. Sitting at my computer watching videos, playing games. (thought that thing isn't normal, of course). I've had some chocolate, but besides that, I don't celebrate too much. I feel pretty tired right now. I'm struggling to remember what I had for breakfast. I hope this shit will end soon. I just saw that post posted by  "§". I searched the symbol on google and learned it means "sectional", hence "The Sect". Sect of what? I don't know. But "sectional" could definitely have some bad connotations. I guess being in situations like this makes you think that way.

-S.C.

Apologies

Sorry I didn't post last night, guys. I just woke up in my house and it seems I've missed a day. And I have no idea what the fuck is going on. I don't know how someone could just "miss a day". How does that work? Was I sleeping the whole time? Did I forget a whole day? One thing I do know is that I've seen that man again. Outside my house. Watching. He seems to just sit there all day. Almost like he's a kid waiting for me to come and play. Let me check......yup, still there. Fuck, he's creepy. He's probably the tallest, skinniest thing I've ever seen. And he's wearing a suit? What the fuck is up with that? It's like he's just at work or something. And oh god, the face. His face, or lack there of, still haunts me. I would try to tell my mom, but it seems too.....unreal. Supernatural, even. I can't tell my mom because I know she'll call me crazy. I just....I want to know what's going on.

-S.C.

The Sect

It has begun. The Castle.

-§

Deja Vu

Creepy stuff is going on. Creepy stuff. Of course, you remember that guy I saw in the woods? Well, I saw him again today. I was at a playground with my friend. And I swear I saw him. Except, this time, he was with a different kid. They were walking away from the park, and I saw a man frantically looking for something. I got out of there as fast as I could. Then I was walking back to my house, and I saw the fucker again. He was just standing there. Looking at me. But something was off. His face looked......blank.

Now, I know you are all thinking I'm crazy, but I'm not. I suppose it might've been a trick of the light, but I am almost 100% sure he had no face. I mean, the fuck is up with that? I am just so rattled right now. I feel like I'll wake up in the middle of the night with him watching me. I just have this......terrible feeling.

-S.C.

Hiking in Style

MY GROUNDING HAS BEEN RELEASED! I'll still update, though. This is kinda fun. So, I went on a hike to the aforementioned  Forest Park today. Went and walked in the creek, went to the witch's castle. I even befriended a squirrel. Now, you might be wondering why the title is "hiking in style". I saw a guy. A guy in a suit. IN THE WOODS. Have you ever seen a suited guy in the woods? No. That's the answer. You haven't. But this guy was just walkin' along with his kid like it was totally normal. I only now really realized how odd that is. Whatever. I'm gonna go watch TV.

-S.C.

To Elaborate

This is really some more about my living situation, where I am, and what I do. I live in Portland with my mom. My parents divorced when I was little. I like to draw, act, and take forest hikes. There's a huge forest called forest park that I've been going to since I could walk. There's tons of trees, a creek, and an odd structure my family calls "The Witches Castle". It's a very impressive looking thing. It was like a real castle when I was young. I love living here because of the cold weather. I've always loved rain and snow. My school is average enough. Except for the excess of bullies. The bully to nice kid ratio is 5:1 at least. Let me stop my rambling. I have to go and keep being bored.

- S.C.

This is me

Hey. I'm doing this blog because I can't think of anything else to do. I can't watch TV, can't play video games. Wow......guess that says a lot about my generation. But hell, I can't even go outside. I've been grounded by my mom. I guess I need to turn in more homework, or I need to go out more. I dunno. Well, let's see. My name is Stephen Casey. I'm 16 and I live in...the western hemisphere (and that's all you need to know). I might update this frequently, might not. I guess we'll see.