Possibilities.

Back online. Finally. For those wondering as to my extended absence, I attempted to update a picture of the symbol painted onto my house walls to Imgur. It didn't go well. As I immediately guessed when I saw it, it is some kind of rune, the kind that fucks everything up when you put it on something. Long story short, I had to scrap my hard drives, get new ones, redo my Windows and Ubuntu installs, redo all of my security measures (a recent development I neglected to mention) and finally I had to buy a new power supply because my old one was fried. Thank god I didn't get to upload it, upon thought.

Secondly, my friend. He's dead. Really, really dead. When I arrived at his house, he resembled something put inside a blender. I'll be honest, I emptied my guts. Had the sense to grab a pot to do it into, at least. Here's where it gets freaky.

On the wall was a Post-it note, with a little arrow pointing up drawn on it. You know, normal horror thing. You look up, look back down and BAM something scary. So, being the complete retard that I am, I look up... And get knocked the fuck out. Well, I assume that's what happened. I don't remember. Next thing I do remember is waking up to some... Something tapping me on the head. I look up to see what's hitting me with a fucking stick, and it feels like my eyes are being fucking burnt out of my head. Like, actual burning feeling. It fucking hurt, is what I'm saying. But it's not Tall and Dapper. Unless he's swapped the Dapper part of his reputation for jeans and a shitty leather jacket. Anyway, this guy tosses me a audio recorder, one of the shitty $20 ones you can get from any electronics store ever, waves and goes to leave. And THEN fucking Slenderman shows up (I've run out of ideas for nicknames. His buddies can get in as they please anyway, so what does saying his name matter?). And Leather-Jacket turns and, I swear to god, he attacks Him somehow. I dunno how, he just does. At this point, tentacles start coming out and I run like hell. I heard later on that the place burnt to the ground. Official story is that my friend was still inside when it lit up.

I listened to what was on the audio recorder. It was... Well, Leather-Jacket is M. He kept referring to a rift of some kind. And something called The Second. The fuck does that mean? M you fucker, you are not helping me here, you are just making more fucking questions!

Thirdly, the last two posts. There were about 5 more like that in my drafts. I sure as shit didn't type them. Now, the words are lyrics to songs. The first being to Prayer by Disturbed and the second being to Frantic by Metallica. Why those two songs? Prayer is, from what I remember, about lose, while Frantic is about someone who knows exactly when they die. That feels... Threatening.

The numbers and shit are Hexadecimal. That, I know. Did some training in IT before going 'fuck it' and getting my painter's apprenticeship. Both posts are equally weird. It's like whoever wrote it is afraid. The first post also talks about this rift. What is it? A gateway to another world? His world? Is it a way to stop him?

Oh god please let it be a way to stop him.  

Jesus Fucking Christ.

I finally feel safe enough to spend any amount of time typing. If you have been on my Twitter, you'll know why. If not, well, here's a recap.

I went into the city on Friday with a couple of friends to a party. Sober driver, all that jazz. Had a great time, actually. We all did. Even got a chick's number. Lucky me. Anyway, I come back home after dropping off my mates, get inside, boot my computer up to check emails, stuff like that, mix myself a rum and cola and go to the bathroom to take a piss. I didn't actually see him head on. Saw his reflecting in the mirror. Now, my bathroom door is directly across from the mirror, so I can see what's behind the door as I'm opening it. And he was there, waiting. Pretty sure tentacles were involved. I didn't take a good look; The second I saw his general shape I bolted. Grabbed my wallet, keys, sleeping pills and booked it out of there. My own fucking house, and he scares me out of it. Now I know how Noah felt. Poor bastard.

In any case, I drove. I drove for about an hour. Wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Away, was where I wanted to go. I found some shitty roadside motel, got a room, then spent the rest of the night coughing blood. Good times.

First thing I do Saturday is go to a hunting store and buy a fuck-off knife. Not much use on him, but more then enough to deal with any nasties he left behind. Thankfully, there weren't any. The only thing out of place was basically everything; It looked like a fucking tornado had gone through my house.

Oh, and the creepy as shit drawings all over the walls. Looked like something pulled from Alex's book of crazy. I scrubbed off what I could and painted over the rest. Looks fucking awful, but better then having possible magical runes in my house. I did draw a copy of the most common one, though. In a book. That I put in a safety deposit box this morning. Fuck keeping something like that in my house, I watched Severance, damnit. I'm crazy, not stupid. I'll take a photo of it and upload it from a library or net cafe tomorrow.

The sleeping pills have stopped working, as well. I feel like he may have taken the real ones and replaced them. Or his influence is just that strong on me at this point. I'm real fucking scared. He was in my house. My Pā, my fort. He has to have something that keeps him out. I have to find it. Or else I'll wake up one morning reenacting a really bad tentacle hentai with him.

Also, I got a call from one of the friends I had over for dinner last week. He's having trouble sleeping as well, and seeing shit out of the corner of his eye. I didn't say anything. I just hung up.

I need to save him. At least, from being taken by his royal tentacleness.

I may have a use for that knife after all. May Lucifer watch over me, cause God surely won't.