Saturday, 22 October 2011


So God damn frustrated right now I think I'm going to end up spontaneously combusting.
Alright, I'm guessing I should probably start from when we went to search on Tuesday.
Roy, saying you're going somewhere and then actually going somewhere else is what smart people do. We're just your average pants-on-head retards here! HERP-A-DERP. Will definitely do that in the future though. Thanks for telling us :)

Since we were going into bushland that neither of us had ever explored before, we went out and bought a shitload of red string so we'd be able to leave a trail for us to follow back out to our car so we wouldn't end up trapped in there for the rest of time. Having no idea where the hell we were actually going, we just tied one end of the string to the car's side mirror, and then bravely ((stupidly)) set about aimlessly wandering the bush. As you can probably guess, we didn't find anything, and soon we ran out of string so we decided to go back and maybe try another day.
Unfortunately, Slendy decided to get his troll on.
After a while of following our trail, we realised that the bush was getting thicker rather than thinner. Smarter people would have gone "NOPE" and walked in the opposite direction, but like I said earlier we tend to carry the idiot ball quite a lot in dangerous situations. Eventually, the trail ended at a particularly tall paper-bark tree. Scanning it, we found a cartoony love heart and a downward pointing arrow drawn on one side in what I'm loathe to admit looked like dried blood. Brian stood guard while I foraged around in the leaf litter where the arrow was pointing until I eventually felt a small bit of cold metal.
It was my mother's wedding ring.
Like any normal person would, I immediately lost my shit. Seriously if Slendy or any of his proxies had been there, I would have probably ended up going Hulk Hogan on their arses.
It took a while for me to calm down enough to tell Brian what the bloody hell I was freaking out about, and by the time I was coherent enough to tell him, the sun was going down. Upon realising this, we both looked at each other and silently agreed it was time we got the fuck out of there. I don't know about you, but neither of us are too keen on spending the night in Slendy-infested bushland.
To anyone watching, it would have looked like we were running from a lion or something, with both of us crashing through the undergrowth hoping like mad we were going in the right direction, and not going to end up running into one of Slenderman's world famous hugs. Through some miricle we managed to get close enough to the highway that we could see headlights shining through the trees, and from there we managed to find our way back to the car.
Note to self, in the future, NEVER park a car under a tree full of lorikeets. It will be covered in bird crap when you get back.
I spent the rest of the night locked in the bathroom crying while Brian was doing...well whatever the hell he does when he's not scolding me. Probably watching Care Bears or something. I honestly would not be surprised if he watched something weird like that.

Ok, fastforward to last night when Megan left her little message. She...sounds different. I'm not sure what it is about her voice, but it's definitely changed. I'm starting to see what Roy and Brian have been saying about that just being her body...she's not there anymore. Well, she is. She's just buried under all of Slendy's bullshit. She's still there. I'll find a way to bring her back.
After that message and mother's ring, Brian's finally managed to convince me to stop chasing her around, hoping she'll magically get better as soon as we find her. As much as I hate to admit it, it's true that we're getting nowhere, and we're just going to get ourselves killed if we just keep blindly charging into obvious traps.
I've been thinking about various methods that might work to bring her back. I doubt they'll work, but all the same I don't want to say any of them online until they've been tested so they can't prepare to counteract it. The hardest part is to get the things we need we're going to have to leave. Like, we'll be a good 1000km away. I don't want to go. The last thing I want to do is leave her in bloody Victoria on her own, but I just can't see any other way.

And mother's ring....would it just be false hope to think there's a small chance mum and dad are still alive somewhere?

Roy, about your friend. I would be getting very, very nervous if I were you. Sure it might be nothing, but it's sounding waaaaaaaaay too familiar for me. I'm especially concerned about the memory loss...Sure the coughing has an equally likely chance of being because of his smoking, but even with all the ways smoking messes up your body I've never heard of it causing memory problems before....Keep talking to him, and if things get worse tell him to start running and never look back. As hard as it is just to let him go on his own, I wouldn't recommend going with him unless you end up being stalked as well. Trust me, running isn't a pleasant experience, and if you're "clean" so to speak, running with him is only going to put you in unnecessary danger.
Maybe try to convince him to stay in a really tall hotel building for a few days and see if that helps him at all, even if it's only temporary. to you guys again when I can find Internet.


  1. Thank god you're safe Aly! I was really worried that what happened to Jean Kyle...

    Your sister IS still in there somewhere. I'm not saying there's nothing you can do to bring her back. Imagine her true self is covered in an incredibly tight steel net; your words are like a knife, trying to cut through. We need something stronger. I would suggest you research it when you can, look at other blogs and see how they dealt with friends or family members being hallowed.

    And about my friend...I don't know. The memory thing COULD be just the smoking, as it isn't tobacco in his pipe, if you know what I mean. But what he recently went through was way too weird to be a reaction to pot. If it gets any worse, I'll tell him to go. To leave Chico and get the fuck outta dodge. Just...not yet.

    Aly. Stay safe. Keep running. Laters.

  2. Fuck. I had forgotten the name of the girl I was thinking of, and came across the wrong one. The one I was thinking of was Ali Brent. TVTROPES YOU HAVE FAILED ME FOR THE FIRST TIME!!

  3. I'll find you someday
    I'll keep on trying, until my dying day...