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.