Visitor V

Wieder lieg ich auf der Lauer
Denn wir spielen unser Spiel
Wieder wart ich an der Mauer
Wieder steh ich kurz vorm Ziel
Und ich höre deinen Atem
Und ich rieche deine Angst
Ich kann nicht mehr länger warten
Denn ich weiß was du verlangst
Eckstein, Eckstein
Alles muss versteckt sein
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
Augen auf - ich komme!
Aufgepasst - ich komme!
Zeig dich nicht!
Ständig ruf ich deinen Namen
Ständig such ich dein Gesicht
Wenn ich dich dann endlich habe
Spielen wir Wahrheit oder Pflicht
Augen auf - ich komme!
Aufgepasst - ich komme!
Zeig dich nicht!
Eins zwei drei vier Eckstein
Alles muss versteckt sein

Visitor IV

I thought it would work. Maybe it did for a few days or weeks, I cannot determine how long. But it no longer does. For some time he stopped tapping. The crows watched, waiting to see what he would do.
I tried.
I tried Andreas's advice. The effects have been bitter, I can almost hear them laughing at me. Their cawing, His tapping, it has only grown louder. The mask did nothing, the disease has set in too much. Even a blind man knows his room. He knew me too well. They watched.
I do not know what I did. The crows may have seen me without the mask. But He grew dissatisfied. The tapping became a stabbing, a carving. It invaded my nightmares. He did not enter my room, but instead left his weapons behind. Glass shards pierced through my door, no longer a five but now an abstract nothing. Only the glass was not glass. It was a shard from the mirror in my bathroom. I have made Him angry, made myself believe I could trick Him. And it is only a matter of time now.

Visitor III

I do not know how much sleep I have been losing the last few weeks, He is still there, still awaiting me to come and visit Him during the night. I do not know how I have lasted this long, but I do not think I will last much longer. The crows have started to become bored with this waiting game, and whether or not they will decide to leave I cannot say. My thoughts only seem to focus around the nightly sounds of His tapping, his knocking at my door. As for any other messages...there have been none.
I have become so very paranoid..I have been checking the locks on all the doors, all the windows, and how He enters and disturbs my sleep I cannot say. Maybe I will have to figure it out, if I can last long enough to do so. If I do not, maybe someone else will answer it.
For now, this 'someone else' seems to be Andreas. By some miracle-or curse-he has contacted me and set up some sort of blog of his own. I wish he would not have gotten involved, or, if he had, he had gotten involved sooner and maybe have been of more use than now.

Visitor II

The tapping has changed tone the last few days; He no longer is simply trying to get my attention. He has been scratching into the door, creating some god awful sound that is much worse than any termite or mouse.
And today when I woke up, there was a 5 carved into the grain of the door.
It was a new appearance, I did not notice damage to the door before now. He is toying with my mind, wanting me to forget and deny things existing. Wants me to deny the fact Alice is not responding not because she does not want to, but because she cannot. He wants to give me time to make a 'wise' decision, perhaps He believes I will go calmly. I would rather stay and starve than run to Him, I am not a schizophrenic whose mind welcomes such intervention. I studied the mind, I know how it works. Simple scare tactics and torture will not make me run to him for safety. No amount of Stockholm Syndrome will make me do such a thing.

Visitor

I was unsure of it, but I know now. There is someone inside my house. Each night they humor themselves with tapping, ever so slightly, on my bedroom door. I don't dare look out and see who it is...I know who it is.
I was hoping He'd lose interest, or that Alice would somehow convince Him otherwise. But He is patient. I can't leave and go outside; the crows still remind me they are watching, they caw in their enormous flocks-their murders-and wait for me to appear.

I will try to wait Him out, for now. I can only hope His patience does not wear thin.

...As for Alice, I don't see why I wait for her to do anything. She has been silent since her last post and has left no way for me to contact her. Perhaps she's found her way into some schizophrenic stupor and gotten herself killed.

Locked In

I haven't paid attention to the dates, all the holidays passed without my notice. I've lost contact with any family and lost hope with finding Robbie. I don't care where he is. I tried to clear my mind, tried to tell myself that this badness would pass. I decided to take a walk around the town, telling myself that everything could be logically explained. But as I walked..the birds. The crows, the damned crows began to perch themselves on the houses and telephones wires. They sat wherever they chose and followed me. I made my way safely back home, but I hear them migrating outside. They've been cawing for hours nonstop, it won't be long until they start to try to get inside. I'll have to clean them off my windows, but it is apparent it won't be long now..I can't get outside. I hate birds, how I ever liked them in the first place remains a mystery to me.

Waiting

Robbie hasn't returned.
No notes, no phone calls, he's moved on. His old residence is abandoned, I have no other contacts for him. I know he left..I know he hasn't been...been....hurt. He took his puppets, all of them, before leaving.
I can't say I blame him for leaving..he is probably terrified of what he saw. Even I still..still don't know..
But I'm alone now. I doubt anything Alice has posted recently is of any help to me. I doubt everything, now. I'm too afraid to go outside anymore. To afraid to walk past the mirrors, too afraid I might see Him. Or whatever He is. Too afraid that I may again wake up covered in blood, only I will dying.
Still..there has been no sign of Him since then. Perhaps he is happy with the prize he took last time, perhaps he is happy with the dreams I have that consist of nothing more than crying. Endless wails of a child..a baby.
I wish I could run away, like Robbie did.
But I know there's no where I can run.

Blood

There was blood everywhere..so much blood. It covered the floors and the walls, it created a path leading to the mirror in the bathroom. So much blood, so much blood. I don't know what happened, I felt no pain...just blood. Just blood everywhere, I don't know what to do, or if there..there is anything I can do. So much blood..and an emptiness inside...where has Robbie gone..

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Sickend

I am sorry for the lack of updates since the 6th...I've been so sick since then. I find it almost impossible to leave my bed most of the day, let alone stand to walk and update the blog. It is a miracle that I am able to post this today. Nothing new has occured...Alice remains the same. She refuses to speak to me, even as I lie here in pain. Robbie is worried for me, sometimes he is even frightened of me, it seems. He says I don't look right, even though he wants to help me, I know he is just afraid of me. Whatever this sickness is...the effort it takes to walk sends the room spiraling. More than once I have glanced at a window or mirror only to think I saw a figure there. There's nothing there, nothing ever is. I feel so weak, so heavy...I want to ask if Robbie has seen this figure too.
We all know who he is, and if Alice is allowed to tell Andreas, why can't I tell Robbie? Only I doubt his mind will be able to handle it. I haven't seen any of his puppets lately, maybe he thinks I'm not well enough to see them. I worry for him. I don't want him sucked up into this. Whatever 'this' is. This sickness, this paranoia, these Schizophrenic rumors and whispers. Nothing of it makes any sense to me, does anyone make sense of it?
I just want to sleep now, the light from the computer hurts my eyes.

The Five Orange Pips

.Alice has gone too far this time. Either her mental degeneration or her sadistic psychopathic humor has driven her to this point, I can't say which. I don't know what to think, or what to say to her. It does not matter what I say to her anyway, does it? She'll simply reply with some other, worse, entry after a period of unexplained dormancy. I used to fear for her health, but now I see she must be doing fine. If she can waste her time playing these games, tormenting me..destroying any trust I tried to hold for her, how 'sick' can she be? Robbie doesn't understand what is wrong. He never read Sherlock Holmes, he would not be able to grasp them...and yet I find myself shaking over the references made to a fictional story. I know the reference Alice is trying to make, making me believe that soon my time will be up. I do not know what she wants me to believe with those other things. The masks and the phrase written on the bottom of the fourth page can only be assumed to be another branch of her insanity. The nameless K.K's must be her idea of a crossover, bringing in the works of her beloved Kafka in order to show her superiority over my emotions.I can't allow this, it's only a story. Only a myth. Nothing of this is real. It's all just an image locked in her brain, something that is eating away at her and destroying her. She brings me into it in order to calm herself and prevent the delusion from becoming worse. I know this is true, it has to be true....it wouldn't have been hard for her to figure out a Sherlock Holmes story in which to irritate me with. My blog's name alone is a reference to him, and so certainly this is only a psychotic episode on her part, and nothing more. But then I begin to think of all the things that have been happening to me. The burns, the sickness, the death, and the dreams. So much of it only occurred after her episodes. I fear her disease disorder is spreading.....and it has wrapped itself around me without my knowledge. I hope it claims no more because of my entries, but it is much too late to stop this now. I know Alice is reading this. She has to be stopped. Her game has to end. She's reduced me to tears and Robbie into fear. He doesn't know what to do, and neither do I.

Wiped Away

The things I discovered in Pennsylvania had opened more answers than questions. Robbie and I arrived in Pennsylvania late Monday, and headed to the area of town on Tuesday. Everything was gone; the houses were obliterated. They were crushed to tiny pieces, some of them even showed signs of being on fire. There was no one around, no one with Robbie and myself, no survivors. The whole community was exterminated by this storm. I wanted to find my relatives' bodies, but Robbie wouldn't let me. He insisted that everything was okay, and that we should go back home. I should have known better than to bring him, he's not used to such tragedies and perhaps seeing everything traumatized him. Maybe he was even sent into a state of shock, I was unable to convince him to look further into what had happened. I don't know if any other surrounding areas were affected, or if there were any survivors. I don't know what happened to anyone, and the more I try to search up the storm, the less information there is to be found.

Therefore, I have come to a conclusion, upon my return home, that everyone seems to be in denial; they are ignoring that this neighborhood was wiped off the face of the earth by some force. Even Robbie may be lying, maybe they all cannot accept the loss of so many lives from an extraordinary source. Or, it could be much worse. They could all be slowly turning against me, lying to me on purpose. I shouldn't jump to such conclusions, there is no reason for Robbie to turn against me. There couldn't be...even though I once believed the same with Alice. Maybe there is no one I can trust.

Emergency

I have been focused on other things since my last entry, trying to do anything at all to both make sense of what has been going on or to ignore them. I had been doing well with the exception of the lingering nausea that has been following me. However I received some terrible news about my relatives in Pennsylvania. A storm had come far enough inland to obliterate not just their houses, but the whole neighborhood and surrounding area. Trees were uprooted, houses crushed, and power lines knocked over. I don't know what has happened to my relatives, and I haven't been able to contact any of my family in order to know what to do. I have decided then to go to Pennsylvania by plane, and for the moment to abandon my studies. I have to bring Robbie along with me on this trip, I feel bad to take him away from his puppets, but it feels so terrible to alone. I have no one else to rely on now. Alice refuses to do anything except sit back and laugh at my attempts to contact her. She lets me toy around in whatever she sets up for me without offering any explanation. I am starting to hate her.

Finding Connections

I called some of my old family relatives who live in Western Pennsylvania. I felt the need to contact them, even though I have not spoke to them for years. I was unable to stay focused on any of the normal subjects, I grew bored with anything they brought up. They must have sensed my disinterest, as they asked me what was wrong. Without thinking I began to ask them about the strange symbol that has been appearing recently; the circle with the bird shaped object within it. They said that they saw the symbol once, carved on a tree near where 'Charlie No Face''s ghost often appeared. After mentioning him, they began to tell how stories about him had begun to resurface, and how he has appeared more often in the past year.
I knew that name; Alice had mentioned him before, and to think both the symbol, Charlie, and The Tall Man might be related is easy enough to guess. How or why they are related I can't say at the moment. I haven't been feeling very good as of late, and school has only divided my time between studying and feeling nauseous most of the day.

Response

I received an e-mail from Alice today, the first one in months. I was hoping maybe her e-mail would be something important, as it was titled 'Answer'. The only answer I got, however, was this image;

The text next to the fish is a poem. When I held it up to a mirror, it read as:
'Silly little miss Mary,
Took a load she can't carry
Up, up the crooked, uncanny hill,
Tumbling down, down-would not,
could not be still!
Into the forest she swirled,
Over a stone, down, down a steep slope,
over a thing of steel-
Right into the water, she hurled!
Oh, no fish to reel!'

It seems to be about me, obviously. I do not know what it means really, although it is some sort of..warning. I do not understand the significance of the fish, of what it means..and that symbol. I know I have seen that symbol before, both in things I have posted, and in things Alice has posted. I don't know what Alice is trying to tell me except that it can't be very good. Perhaps she continues to relate this somehow to that Slenderman, and part of me wishes to believe her.

Recovery

The past few days I have been trying to recover from..from whatever it was that occurred last week. I was able to have the burns treated at the hospital even though I could provide no reason as to how they occurred. The doctors had no idea either; they could not speculate on what caused the burns, and I refused to let them involve the police. Nothing they had done in the past was of any help, and I doubt even with their support would anything be discovered. I have made a good enough recovery in order to walk, but my legs still shake and collapse occasionally. As for what I saw in my..vision, shall I call it-I can make no comment. It is obvious what happened to Brian happened to the children, but otherwise..I am lost.

I can only guess that the number five had something to do with the fifth building, but what the importance of the number was I am unsure. I cannot think of the experience as doing so only reminds me of the horrible images of the children, and a feeling of dread spreads over me. It will be impossible to forget the things I saw-it causes me so much pain to think back on it. Robbie has been trying to keep me calm, and to soothe the remnants of the pain in my legs. I am thankful I can at least talk to him, if Alice refuses to speak.

5

Something terrible happened last night. I don't know how to explain how or why, but I was in the middle of the forest. It was like a dream with everything laced in a fog, and the terrible smell of rotting flesh filled the air. It disturbed me, and I tried to run and escape from the scene as it unfolded before me, but my legs wouldn't work. They stung with more pain than I have ever experienced; I couldn't even stand up. By this time the fog was beginning to become easier to see through. As it cleared I began to see the source of the horrible smell of rotting flesh. The bodies of the children were staked high up in the trees, but as I looked up at their faces...none of them were in any pain. The remains of their faces showed only smiles and looks of absolute happiness. I can't describe them any more than that, but I wish I had never seen them. I can't tell you how much it saddens me to see such a fate befall them.

But it wasn't over..before me stood four structures that must have been long forgotten. I don't know why they existed, but the more I stared the more a sense of dread came over me. I couldn't look away from them, and even though I wanted to run from this place, I instead dragged myself forward. I crawled toward the four structures, until I felt a sharp pain in my hand. I looked down to find myself in the middle of the charred remains...of the fifth house.
The number five, is this what it means?
In my hand was a sharp shard of glass, and others like it were embedded in the dirt around me. Why was I here to see these horrible things? What was the importance of the burnt shelter, what had I done to be brought here? I received no answers to these questions. Only the terrible sense of dread lingered, and I swear..I swear I was being watched.
I wondered if this truly was a dream, and maybe the children were actually alive. Alive with their hearts impaled, blind to their terrible fate. I never want to see them again, I never want to think of that place again. I realized that the fog had now closed in around me, I could no longer the see trees and their victims. I felt more like I was being watched the less I was able to actually see.
And then I woke up, it just had to be a dream.
Only the burns on my legs say otherwise.

Understanding Alice

I am growing more and more worried about Alice every day. Anyone who has been reading her entries can see it; her psychotic states are growing worse and worse. With only being able to contact her through the internet, there is so little I can do. She avoids my e-mails, which are the only way I can try to follow her moods. I don't know what is triggering her psychotic episodes, or why they are occurring so often and so violently. Sometimes they can be triggered by mood; usually you simply do not hallucination continually. But with her entries growing worse and worse, I fear her schizophrenia will simply start to destroy her in other ways. The disorder can lead to many other disorders, and without help she could lose touch with everyone and everything around her.

The fact she has kept a job and kept up with the activities with the bird club are a miracle, but I doubt they will last. I hope if she can't trust me, she will be able to trust someone-such as Andreas. I don't know what else I can do then sit and wait, and hope that maybe she will learn to understand that I am trying to help her. I know it can become hard for her to understand things, and the longer she goes untreated the worse it will become. She won't be able to make decisions or even make use of the information given to her. I know she used to take medication, but it doesn't seem to be helping her anymore. I don't even know if she still tries to take it, or if she has decided to go untreated.

Her ways are also becoming much more confusing and disorganized. The videos she has posted, and the hidden picture are examples of this. I suspect they were supposed to be messages for me. Messages that I can't understand because I don't know where her head is. I fear she will begin to believe the delusion of that man. That Slender Man, Tall Man, or the Tailor-whatever she chooses to call him. I fear she may be trying to prove his existence, and her disorder only helps to prove it. She has already had enough of an effect on me with the number five. I have been trying to see any and all relations with the number five and my life; nothing fits. The number five has nothing to do with me directly, and yet I cannot think of anything but the number. Robbie has been trying to keep my mind off of it, he has been trying to keep me away from Alice so that I do not worry about her. But I do worry; I wish to understand what she is trying to tell me. I wish to know what is going on so that I can help her and get her to talk to me once more. If understanding what the five has to do is the key to that, then I must stop at nothing in order to figure it out.

Of Happiness

I am sorry for the lack of updates recently, but with Robbie's sickness and the other occurrences going on I have been distracted. I am happy to report that Robbie is back to normal, and with him in good health I will be able to try and focus on everything else. Nothing has come up yet about the children who went missing at the Daycare, which only unsettles me.
Alice has also remained silent to any of my inquiries on how she has been feeling and if she has been getting along alright. I am worried for her. Even worse, since finding out the hidden picture in the picture she posted, I have been unable to get the number five out of my head. What it means and what its significance is I do not know. Nothing that comes to my mind makes any sense. It is almost as if Alice is toying with me.
On a much lighter note however, I saw a bird today. The first bird I've seen since the owl attack, and it was a welcome sight. It was too far away for me to identify what sort of bird it was, but it fills me with such joy to see the return of the birds to this area. It's much more tranquil and calm with the feathered flocks flying about.

Closing of the Day Care

Today I noticed an article in the local newspaper about the Day Care center I used to work at. I hadn't been paying much attention to it after I left it, but the news had caught my eye. The article was a small one, but it informed me that the center was shut down. It didn't go out of business, nor did the lack of staff cause it to be closed. Instead, the police were forced to shut it down because more and more children had gone missing since Brian. I tried checking which children had gone missing, but to no avail. The police had kept everything quiet which was why the article seemed so hidden. No other information could be found on what happened to the children, or if anyone had any idea who did it. If it is anything like what happened to Brian.....then I have some sort of idea where their bodies will turn up, but I hope I am wrong. As for Robbie, I have yet to tell him about the article. He's feeling much better than before, but I don't want to worry him.