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.