Friday, May 27, 2011

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Experiment #12 Results and the Search for Clarice

Plain for Pete

Italics for Jack, should he take over again.

The results of Experiment 12 are evidently that it did not work. Either Slender Man was able to get onto the boat or Lone Hunter, perhaps, did. I don't know anything beyond that.

I'm scared. I have another person in my head, only he was the original and I am the intruder. So what does that say of me. Am I deal? Was I something that Slender Man created to inhabit this body while Jack perhaps slept. Perhaps I was never Jack at all. Maybe I really a just Prey the 2rd, created and placed in another's body. Because if I'm Jack, then how could Jack be existing as a serparate entity here with me.

Well, who I really am will have to be an issue for another time, because I have to find Clarice. I have a clue which I found amongst the wrecked interior of the houseboat.
It's piece of the sign from a harbor in a nearby town called Keokuk, where we purchased the boat. Lone Hunter will likely make his whereabouts known to me somehow. I'm coming, Clarice. Just hold out a little while longer. I'm coming.

Heh. This should be fun. I can't wait to make things miserable for anyone who serves The Suit.

What happened?

Guys, this is Pete. Clarice is missing and... I've been displaced. I woke up in a hotel room in some town called Fort Madison, Iowa, and I have no memory of the events that transpired beyond the two of us loading up and taking off on the boat.

I have not had a look at any new events on the blogs, because I have to find her. I can see the Mississippi from the window. I will attempt to track down the houseboat and maybe get some answers.

Until then, pray for us.

Where am I?


My name is Jack. Jack Ellison. I am on a houseboat and the walls are just covered with dried blood. I have no idea where I am. To whoever can read this blog, help me. I am somehow able to use this laptop and post here. I know the passwords for some reason. Yet...
It's 2011! How can itbe 2011? It's suposed to be Augest 2007... HIM! It had to have been his doing, along with those bastards, Blake and Clyde. I don't expect anyone to know of which I speak, but I call this...thing I speak of, The Suit.

I don't expect you to be believe me, but The Suit killed everyone I ever cared about or turned them against mankind as a whole. I will kill The Suit if it is the last thing I ever do. Now I just need to figure out how to run this thing and get back to shore.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011




Monday, May 16, 2011

Experiment #12:

Clarice and I have bought a houseboat. We are on the Mississippi River. Time to see if Slender Man can follow his victims out onto open bodies of water. We have Opeator and Ichthus-Operator Signs loaded in a closed box and will deploy them if it does manage to follow us.

The experiment is minutes away from being conducted. It is all or nothing now. If it can follow onto or into water or onto the boat, then Clarice and I will have nowhere to run to and this will likley be the last you hear from us. I would go alone, but Clarice was insistant.

If we survive this, we will let you know how well Slender Man sea fairs.

Goodbye, hopefully not forever.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Unsure Paths Await Us

Hi guys...

Well, we're back from the funeral. Well, we've back for a while now, but haven't really felt like blogging. We've been both feeling very down lately. Yep, it's about Ron. He did much to save us both before he needed us to save him. He named me and gave me fighting spirit. Then he physically saved Clarice from the jaws of death at his own cost, which eventually led to his demise.

Slice... You're not useless. You've done everything you can against Slender Man. It's not your fault.

I can see Him now. He's standing tall between two buildings, his black outline obvious against the daytime sky. He awaits us. He's been putting on the pressure for the last few days. We haven't been able to lose Him.
I don't know what He's planning, but we may have to take action soon. Clarice and I are working on a plan. This plan goes back to the theory a friend of M once had, that Slender Man can't follow people out onto open bodies on water. Summer is close enough that we will be able to test this theory soon.

Lastly, Ron's younger brother has been pressuring us for answers. He knows we know why Ron died, but we can't tell him. I have a feeling he'll be drawn into this somehow. I fear for him, but we did the best we could and just left him without any answers or means to contact us or figure out to search blogger for us.

Until next time, ado, guys.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Midway Point.

We've been driving since it happened towards Ron's hometown. We've just cleared the midway point. We'll be there tomorrow. We've contacted his father. He's told us where the funeral will be held.
Among Ron's things is a family photo he showed us. He's out of a family of five. His parents and his brothers. He wouldn't appreciate us infecting his family, so we'll just be attending the funeral and then leaving.

I have no clue where we're going after that, but Clarice and I have decided to stick together.

Ron... I'm sorry we couldn't save you. We dove right into Hell for you to pull you back out, but it still wasn't good enough. At what point did our efforts go wrong? What did we do wrong that brought this tragic end upon our friend? What can I do to make sure this outcome doesn't repeat itself should it ever happena again?

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The last few days

We tracked Ron down St. Lewis and to the hide-out where he was poised and ready to have his memory wiped by redlight. Clarice and I entered the facility and stopped the procedure from happening. I would describe the exact means by which Ron's memories of his time haunted would be removed, but I can't recall for some reason.

The point is, after we freed him of the chair he was strapped to, he went berserk and fled the building, claiming that he had to get away from us before "He took over". We were in enough of a hurry that we didn't bother to capture or kill the redlight present, I'm afraid to say.

We couldn't catch up with Ron again after that, and I'm wondering what this "last option" is. I have a bad feeling about this and we have to find him quickly.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Experiment #11 Results:

Sorry for the lack updates, but we've been a bit busy staying alive and moving around.

Well, the symbol presented in E#11 Set-Up worked for a whole hour and not that well. Then Slender Man pursued us relentlessly no matter how fast Clarice drove the car every inch of the way home at which point we just barely made it into the hotel by running for all our worth.

It has really been putting the preasure on lately.

Friday, April 8, 2011

I'm being eaten alive here. -Ron

Look. I know I've been posting as if I were normal, but I've felt Him, always, ever since He last took me over. No matter where we go, no matter how far we run, I always feel and hear Him in my mind. It's maddening. I can't shake Him no matter how much I fight back. It's been getting worse, but it's come up a high point in these last fews days. I keep conscious mind active and I take Robert's concoction.

I've also been feeling the sickness. I can't shake this horrible cough. My dreams are also riddled with His presence. In my last one, a masky told me that the pendulum would stop swinging soon. Whatever that means. I feel like I'm at the end of my rope, guys.

I'm damaged goods. I feel if I were to confront Him again, He would win and I would endanger Pete and Clarice. So we've come to the mutual decision to have them be the ones to conduct the experiments. I'll hang back and hold down the fort. I also feel like I'm missing something. Well, I am. A big chunk of memories, but still.

Anyway, Pete and Clarice are trying out the newest symbol tonight. I'm to keep you guys posted here.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Experiment #11 Set-Up:

I managed to uncover one last variation of the Ichthus Symbol (any you can supply would be great).

Here it is:
We're going to try printed off photos of this, drawings of it, and drawings of just the fish. After this, unless someone had any other ideas, we're fresh out of Ichthus.

We're testing this sometime this week.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Experiment #11 Considerations:

What We've Found Out on Search and Reveal:

1. Standard Operator Signs hold Slender Man back for 24 hours.
2. It hates fish and Ichthus symbols.
3. The Ichthus-Operator holds it back for 28 hours, at the end of which It will be ready to kill.
4. It hates fish.
5. The Proto-Ichthys Symbol worked for 15-16 hours.
6. Decoys can able to fool It.
7. It cannot discern a masked person amongst a bunch of decoys.

As such, I am going to begin researching all variations of the Ichthus Symbol.
Also, before too long we will be able to test whether or nor Slender Man can follow a person into a body of water. Its loathing of fish and some implications discussed on M's The Tutorial imply that It can't.

I'll stay in touch and post what we decide upon for Experiment #11. Any suggestions on your part are welcome.

To Jakob: We've already made arrangements for if Ron is taken over by Slender Man again. Though it was an interesting venture into an S&M Store to buy some handcuffs.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Experiment #10 Results:

The results are incomplete, due to an interruption. The symbol was working, but we'll have to test it again to find out for how long.
Ron, I don't blame you for this. Don't beat yourself up with guilt like you probably are right now. It's like BL said, you just need some more time to break the bonds of the construct's hold over you.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Experiment #10 Set-Up:

Location: Abandoned shack.
Decoy: Fresh with new and new.
The tried and true Operator Sign
New Symbol:
This is basically an early Ichthus symbol, called the Ephesus. We've printed it off and handdrawn them. They will be hung as an outer fence like before, while the Operator symbols will be hung ont he actual shack.

Participants: Ron, Clarice, and myself. Ron will be manning the binoculats, I will be manning the digital camera, and Clarice will keep our getaway car's engine hot.

Objective: Find anothe ralternate symbol that works.

We're testing this tonight. Wish us luck.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Situation Resolved:

I managed to catch Ron and explain things to him. I don't know what to make of the fact that his memories have been reset back to Dec. of last year, but at least he's back in the land of the livng, and he's no longer proxified.

No no no!

This is Clarice! Ron just ran out the front door! Pete's on his tail. I'm getting the car. See you all later.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Twelve Hours

Ron has been unconscious for twelve hours now. We can't wake him up. What are we going to do?

It has left us alone entirely for the rest of the day, aside from staring in the windows. We haven't even heard so much as a "Come out. Come out to me," though. I'm growing tired of this sick game. I will remain calm, though. I have to endure. I have to. Two people seem to be depending on me now. I will not let Clarice and Ron down. I just... Don't know how to not screw this up if we can't wake Ron up.

I feel lost. I feel as lost as I did when I first awakened that day on Feb. 16th.

Clarice is back, but Ron still hasn't woken up.

I don't know what to do. Has a Slender Man induced coma ever happened before? Someone help me out here.

A Step Back

It happened when I was checking up on Ron when I saw the back door open. He was out! He had let himself out! He was face-to-face with Slender Man. The two were just staring into each other. I grabbed Clarice's portable CD player and ran out towards the playing some Rolling Stones full blast. I didn't know what I was doing, but trying to use Robert's method of "the power of rock" was all I had at my disposal at the time. It interrupted whatever was going on as It backed off, looking very agitated as I grabbed Ron and dragged him back into the house, where he collapsed. I put him on the bed we me for him. He's been unconscious ever since.

No no no! Of all the things that could go wrong I didn't see Ron somehow just letting himself and almost getting caught like this! Damn it! That door has a padlock! What happened? This is just getting to be too much. Should we move ourselves elsewhere, or board up that door?

Clarice still isn't home yet, and that worries me now in light of what just happened. I've already checked the entire condo. I'm going to check it again once I press 'Publish Post'.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Suggestions for Further Experiments

Well, I'm currently drawing up a big blank as to how to continue experimenting on Slender Man. If anyone has any suggestions, let me know. I'd love to hear them.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

A Warning of Things to Come

Hi guys,
Well, even with the breakthrough Ron's had with his recovery, I've still been on edge since last night's encounter. I've let Clarice do most of the talking to the police since and now I'm out eating at some café, nibbling on a bagel.
The warning of the title references an encounter I had earlier. You see, I was sitting on a bench near a fountain, enjoying the relative peacefulness of the area when a man in a brown suit sat down next to me.

Him: "This seat taken?"
Me: (Shook my head no and shifted over a bit to let him sit down.)
The man seemed pleasant enough as he flipped a coin into the fountain before taking his seat.
Him: "So what are you up, young man? Have any stories to shate?"
Me: (Chuckling) "Not really. I'm just trying to relax."
Him: "I can understand that. These are difficult times, but you can't let that get you down. "
(I won't tell the whole conversation, but it basically just him chatting with me about simple things, like how the Cubs suck, the Bulls aren't the dream team they used to be, things like that. He also had some encouraging things to say when I shared some vague details about my situation. Then this happened.
Him: "Well, if you have anything more specific to say I might be able to help."
Me: "Sorry, but that's private. I've just been going through some difficult times. I'm just trying to center myself."
Him: "Well, I can't blame you. Especially after the pressure He that Is put you under last night."
Me: (Staring astonished and alarmed.)
Him: (His entire demeanor changed in an instant from pleasant and disarming to threatening.) "Yes, you heard me, Pete. Just so you know, you, the prey, and your little girlfriend can't stay holed up in that little house forever. Sooner or later, we will get you. Maybe not tonight, tomorrow, or the week after, but we're coming. Count on it. Make it easy on yourselves. Just give yourselves up. If you agree to join us, we might even spare Ron and the girl."
Me: "Forget it. I'll be ready for you all, any day, any time."
Him: "I'm sure you will be. It won't be good enough, though. The noose is tightening and you're walking the gallows without your hands tied, kid. He That Is will have his prey. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to."
Me: "What's your name. You know me, but I don't know you."
Him: "Oh yes, well... You can call me Durkin and I'm in charge of things around here. I'll be seeing you soon, kid."
(With that, he left.)

First contact with our new enemy has been made. Time to beef up security at home. Later, guys.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Crisis and Allegiances

I... I don't know how to start this. Taking it from the top, we locked and sealed up the condo as well as we could while Slender Man and his lot gathered outside. We awaited the police and hoped they could successfully foil the proxies at least.
Time was fast running out, as they tore down our signs and allowed It to come nearer to the house.
Clarice and I retreated from the living room to the hallway beyond to grab Ron and ready an attempt to flee.

Suddenly, Ron came tearing out of the room we left him in screaming bloody murder and swinging a table leg he had broken off around like a club, at us. He took a swing at us, but I caught his attack and grappled with him for the object and we rolled and tumbled over each other in a desparate struggle.
It was then that the proxies forced open the door and entered. They had somehow gotten a key to the door, which may mean the landlord is in league with It.

I was too busy with Ron to be of much help, and they grabbed Clarice and started to pull her out of the house towards Slender Man.
I don't know if you can call police officers that you yourself hailed a Deux ex machina, but it was at this point that they arrived at the scene and scared the proxies off. Slender Man vanished but Ron's rampage did not end. Hoping to avoid having him gunned down or taken away to a mental home, I pushed him back into Clarice's bedroom and subdued him while Clarice went to talk to the officers out front.

Ron struggled with me viciously, but I had him pinned with his own weapon even though he still clutched it.

ME: "Ron, stop this! Why are you trying to hurt us?"
RON: (Incoherent shouts)
ME: "Ron, it's me! It's Pete! You named me! That girl is Clarice. You saved her."
RON: (Stops struggling. Looking confused.) "Pete? Clarice?"
ME: "Yes, Ron. It's us. You don't have to serve It. It is not your master. You are Ron Foster. You are our friend. We fought long and hard to free you. Even down in The Ruins, you resisted It. Remember who you are and try to recall what kept you going."
RON: (Staring at me, blankly.)
ME: "Resist Him."
RON: (Looks pained, as if his headache has returned and begins struggling with me again.)
ME: "Ron, stop it! Think of Irene."
That got his attention.
ME: "Think of Drew. Think of Jared, Sam, Stephanie, and Elijah! Think of them! Now think of all of us! Me, Clarice, Clyde, Slide, Liam, Kelly! We are all your friends! What would Irene think if she coud see you?"
RON: (He finally releases hold of the table leg and starts sobbing.)

I tossed aside the leg and stood up, and pulled him to his feet. Mentioned Irene seemed to do the most in getting through to him. He must really love her.

After I got Ron to calm down, Clarice entered the room as he laid himself down to sleep and I explained what happened to her. She explained about her conversation with the cops after, she made up a story that seemed to satisfy the cops, that the mob was here for Ron, her supposed mentally handicapped brother because he accidentally caused some trouble for them. Th cops checked around the property but found no one else around, aside from the few proxies they arrested while chasing off the mob. After they left, they promised to keep an eye on the neighborhood for us for a while, but Clarice has to go to the station tomorrow to file a report.

That's not the end of it, though. We thought we had seen the end of our woes for one night, but Slender Man has been persistant for some reason. After the police left, we set up a make-swift barrier of fresh Ichthuses we printed off and decided to rotate watch duty from now on. We flipped a coin over it. I called heads, it came out tails, so I was up for first watch.

I don't know how he slipped in, but a proxy awaited Clarice in her bedroom. I had just sat down on the couch when I heard a scream erupt from her room. Out came a man dragging Clarice along, a knife to her throat. He said he wanted us to step outside to Slender Man. He gestured with the knife towards a window. I looked, and there It was, staring in.

He told me to open the front door walk out or that he'd kill Clarice. I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't stand there forever as his patience was quickly running out.
It was then I saw Ron emerge from the hall behind carrying the same broken off table leg as before. He grabbed the man and used his surprise to wrench him from Clarice, who bolted and ran into the kitchen to grab a knife. Before I could react, Ron was upon man and killed him with one good swing to the head.

I looked to the window again and Slender Man was gone. I turned back to Ron, who sat down on the couch and curled into the fetal position and wept in his knees. Clarice reentered the room with the biggest butcher knife ever and surveyed the scene.
After a moment of getting over the shock of the scene that had just played out, we went over to Ron and sat down on either side of him. I put a hand on his shoulder as Clarice wrapped her arms around him in a hug. We spoke as smoothingly and comfortingly as we could to him and eventually, he calmed down.

After maybe a half-hour of being curled up, he finally sat normally before getting up and walking himself to his bed and going to sleep. The thing of note about that is the way he moved. As stated, he's been robotically going about basic daily routines, but the way he got up and walked to his bed seemed...human, as he actually seemed tired. Somehow, he found the strength to defy Slender Man in this state and seems to have reclaimed a piece of himself.
This may be a huge step in his recovery.

Anyway, we've disposed of the body. He's six feet under in the back yard.

Something's up

Slender Man has gathered some of his followes out front. We've called the cops. Ron's suffering a headache, which can't be good.

Experiment #9 Results:

Location: Abandoned yard of some kind.
Decoys: Eight fresh ones, clothed and masked.
Symbols: None.
Me: Masked and among the decoys.
Blake: Hidden on the third floor landing of a fire exit of the building the yard shared the property with.
Digital Camera: Set-up with the zoom on a far distance away.

Event:: Alright, set up the decoys in a staggered arragement around the yard. An actual mannequin, one or two dummies, but mostly scarecrow style body doubles. Then I stood in place among them as still as I could for as long as I could. Night fell and Slender Man showed his no-face. It stopped and stood before each one before moving onto another in about ten minutes intervals. It kept coming ever closer, after examining each decoy, until It finally stopped in front of me. I don't know how much time passed as It bored holes into me with Its stare, but I was almost ready to just run for it. Then It moved on and finished examinating all the decoys. Finally, It moved to the center of the yard and looked each one and me over for a long time.
It didn't make a move. Instead, iIt finally just left. I had no idea what to think of that, but either way, I decided to play it and end the experiment. I hailed for BL to come down. Once we was down, we were going to tear down the doubles and head back. I could hear the metalic sounds of BL descending the fire exit a distance away.
I looked up at BL, who was descending the final latter, then back at the front entrance of the yard. When I did, I was It coming back, with help.
We bolted and ended up having to scale the fence to escape with them in hot pursuit every step of the way. We made a beeline for Blake's car. Before we could there, though, we were attacked by more proxies.
I turned to beat them off while BL started the car. Slender Man appeared again just as BL started the engine then drove up to me and opened the passengerside door for me to enter. He wasn't quick enough. Slender Man was upon me and all turned to darkness.

I woke up three hours later a in a tree in Ping Tom Memorial Park. I climbed down and took a cab home. When I got there, I was met with a very worried Clarice who informed me that BL was out looking for me. Apparently, Slender Man grabbed me and we both disappeared right before his eyes.
A few hours later, he finally returned and was relieved to find me alive and sane.
I'm still sore and tired from that ordeal, even after a night of rest. BL's already leaving.

So, The Results: Well, It couldn't tell me from the rest of the dummies. It just brought help who could and just followed the figures who fled from it.
I'm sure this trick could have practicaly uses under the right circumstances, but it'd have to just be you and Slender Man.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Location Found

Pay dirt. Blake/BL's here today. Showed up early this morning. He's helping me with Experiment #9. We found a spot where I can conduct it. We're off now to set up for tonight. See you all tomorrow if we survive this.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Experiment #9 Set-Up:

If you've read Unchained, you'll see we've arrived in Chicago.

Location: As usual, somewhere without current human presence or interference.
Decoy: About six-seven fresh ones, all clothed and masked.
Symbols: None
Me: I will be masked and among the decoys.
So far I've only tested how the Slender Man reacts to decoys when an actual person is away from the sight of the haunting. The purpose of this test is to find out how well decoys will work if a Haunted is nearby. This is going to be extremely risky, since I know Slender Man has a score to settle with me for my part in what happened in Boston.
I don't have a location yet, but I will. I will keep you posted before I go to do this. When the time comes and if I don't come back, you will know decoys are less effective if an actual person is right there among them.
I know this is risky. Perhaps, even stupid, but actively trying to learn all new things about our enemy is the most dangerous role of all someone can fill, and it will require a few acts of absolute stupidity from me. Hopefully I have a miracle up my sleeve to survive this, too.
Look at me, posting as if this were my last entry. Not just yet. I still have a to find a location to do this at.

I'll keep you all posted.

Monday, March 21, 2011

One More Day

We'll be in Chicago tomorrow. Clarice, I've sent you an email. Please meet us at the station.

Ron hasn't made anymore progress in overcoming the proxification, but then again, he's only been back with us for three days now.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Slow progress

Well, Ron's still not in great shape, but at least he seems to be understanding me better. I got him to use the laptop and access his blog. I guess applying that concoction had some effect after all. Problem is, I don't have enough for another dose.
Well, having gotten him out of Boston and on the road for a few days plus being continually out of Slender Man's reach seems to be having an impact.

As for our situation, we're going to meet up with Clarice in Chicago for a while. She's offered us temperary shelter. In the meantime, I hope to conduct some more experiments, as she said she'd watch Ron for me if I wanted. I have one idea I really want to try out. We'll be there in the next couple of days.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Relieved and Tense

I am relieved to be out of Boston and moving quickly away from it. I'm tense as I don't know what the future holds. I've taken on the responsibility of clearing a heavily infected hard drive of a bad virus, so to speak. Perhaps if I had the right outside stimuli that would trigger something from his conscious mind...

What I have right now is some marble, table salt, green food coloring, and cold water. Yes, I know this is a repellent for still-unproxified individuals trying to hold off the effects of being haunted by It, but this is all I could come up with on short notice while on in transit to the Amtrak station. I've been applying the concoction to Ron. I hope that even though the weak formula won't cure him it will get him a step in that direction. I can't tell if it's had any effect. His speach has become a little more coherent, but that's it.
Damn it, I wish I had better guide lines than "keep Ron away from Slender Man and keep trying to get through to him" to work with. If anyone had any advise, please share it.

He sleeps a restless sleep right now. His brows furrow in distress as he tosses and turns every now and then. I'm moved to pity at the sight on him like this. I hope I can cure him, but the success rate of rehabitating proxies has not been good. A few of us here and there are former proxies, but most of them end up either dead, reverted, or worse. I promise I will do everything in my power to cure him, though. I will exhaust all possibilities.

As for my own concerns, I have a few. BL has recently informed me that I lost everything from my old life, and that even if I remember everything, I have nothing to go back to. I don't know what I feel about that. I feel a little relieved, yet very depressed at once. On one hand, it would seem then that Ron is the only person in immediate need of my help. On the other, that means I have no family or friends prior to my fellow bloggers and stalked left in this world.

Another thing that disconcerts me is that BL said I was consumed with revenge which made he easier to beat. What would happen if I remember everything? Would I become that bitter fellow once again? Would Pete, the me of now, be buried under the weight of who I was before? Somewhere between me and him. The same as I am now, but with more memories? Considering the possibilities scares me more than Slender Man ever has. Ironic considering It is at fault for this.
Well, no use in worrying about it jsut yet. Before I work on my own memory, I have a friend in need of help. I have the distinct impression I should work to repair one mind at a time. No use trying to do too much and getting nothing accomlished.

I tire now so I think I will be turning in. See you all later.

Confession and Success

"I think it would be far more useful if we started posting false plans intended to fool them. If we lie openly about what our plans are it will be harder for them to counter any of the actual plans. It would be better to have them come up with useless counter measures that way they waste their time, energy, and resources. If they play by deceit, and trickery we should too." -Tensor, her comment on the A possible hint of serendipity entry of Drew's Box 'o' Stuff.

The mission was a success. We took the above to heart in planning this. Instead of entering The Ruins tomorrow like I said we would in my announcement, we did it today. You read that correctly. I am Pete, and I'm still here. We're all still here.

At 7:19 AM today, Slice, YggdrasilCore, and myself entered The Ruins led by Black Leaf, our contact. MorningStar was correct in guessing his identity. Good thing Al(x)ne was too arrogant to listen.

We wore black hoodies and tragedy masks and acted as proxies at BL's command as we entered. He led us through the streets to where Ron was being held. He was no longer in the cell that once held Clarice captive. He had been moved to another location down there. Thankfully, it was closer to the human side exit and BL knew just where to go.

Once we found Ron, though... He... He didn't look well. He was unbathed, malnourished, and the wound from his missing finger was sloppily bandaged. The finger that's been amputated is his right ring finger. BL told me he was wearing the engagemnt intended his for fiancé when he went to rescue Clarice. Instead of just removing it, Al(x)ne took cruel measures and cut it off.
They were just keeping him alive just. Ron wasn't the only person we found there.
Al(x)ne/Allen was also there, standing over Ron, gloating over hour recent losses. He turned to look at us as we entered, thinking BL had just showed up to receive orders and smugly told us to take care of those "troublemakers above before they have a chance to enact their plan". Then he turned his back to us and look at Ron again. That was his last mistake. Wordlessly, we did our work. BL pulled out a gag and silenced Allen while I struck him in the head with my trusty 2-By-4 (which I did add nails to), while Slice sltabbed him with a knife, and IggdrasilCore lashed out with his tentacles. One muffled cry and then he was dead at our feet in an instant.
Al(x)ne, the high level Agent of the Massachetts region is no more. Death came too quick for him, but at least that's one less enemy to worry about.
With that, we helped Ron to his feet and ran for the exit at full speed. We managed to catch the eye of the enemy on the way out.

Slice had a remedy for that. We brought some of his now well-known variety of Molotov cocktails and lit up the dark of The Ruins with them as we ran. The fires kept them off our backs for a while, and we managed to get to the human side exit.

As we our escape, Slender Man appeared. Thankfully, I thought to bring some Ichthus-Operator Symbols with me and littered the yard with them. This was both a blessing and a curse as It went absolutely berserk at the sight of them, violently trying to tear them asunder, but being held and having to go around them to get at us. The obstacle was but an instant for It to overcome as even when watched It can move with alarming speed. That instant was enough for us to get close to The Gate and get though.

The chase did not end there. Slender Man was on our heels the instant we were out, and bearing an weakened and proxified Ron did not help matters at all. Then IggdrasilCore did something insane. He tackled the Slender Man while the rest of us ran the final stretch to the cab we had waiting for us.

I thought we had lost Igg for a few terrible moments. I was never more glad to see him than when we arrived at the hotel lobby to find he had actually beat us there. After a short session of congratulations shared between us over our victory, we parted ways.

Now Ron, cleaned off, fed, with his wound properly dressed, and escorted by me now sit at the Amtrak station awaiting our train which will finally take him from his town. I'm both glad, relieved, and a little scared.
Ron, while physically recovering and rescued, is still proxified. He wasn't said two coherent words. He mostly just mumbles and writes in the notebook he found in my pack. When he doesn't do that, he silently weeps with his face buried in his hands. The one word I can make out is "Irene", which he's been repeating constantly.

Well, we'll just have to work on his condition. I hope that once I can get him out of the city and start administering the cure discovered by Robert and confirmed by Amelia that he will improve. Getting him out of The Ruins was just step one. A long road awaits us ahead.

As for Clyde, BL has announced that he already buried him before we met up with us. I'm sorry, Clarice, but this is the best that could be done for him.

Also, BL has announced he will be starting a new blog with his current account, leaving behind "The Land of Black Leaves" permanently. He left town by bus. As for his situation, it turns out his wife Lucy has also long known about his dealings with the Slender Man much like Clarice came to relearn about It on her own. She left town before BL openly betrayed It. She also left for a place unknown to BL, since he claimed he didn't want to be able to disclose her location if he were captured, so now he's going to have to look for her. A horse shoe in each pocket for both of them. I wish you two the best of luck.

Igg and Slice told me that they have other business that needs attending to. Godspeed, gentlemen, Godspeed. If you're going to stick around this town, you will have your work cut out for you.

The training is boarding now. My watch says it is just after 10:00 AM. We leave Boston behind. See you all at the other end.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Dark News.

My friends, today is a dark one. I've just gotten word that Al(x)ne has killed Clyde by literally torturing him to death. I've aleady contacted Clarice to tell her the news.
The attack will still take place at it's chosen time. We will still rescue Ron. I ask Core and Slice to keep your heads. This may have been a ploy to get us to do something rash.

May a flight of angels sing thee to thy rest, Clyde. I never got the chance to meet you, but you tried to help us. Rest in peace, my friend.

EDIT: In other news, it seems like Shaun, the Sage I based m symbolism research on, he recently reemerged and sent out an SOS.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Meetings and Plans

Well, I met Slice, Core, and my contact. Alright, this is the deal. We're going to spend some time preparing for the third and final descent. Al(x)ne said we have until the 20th, so that is the day on which we will go down to rescue Ron and Clyde.
Pray for us. Pray that this doesn't turn out like previous attempts. I have no illusions of luck being on our side. Instead, I will rely on wit, planning, caution, and perhaps divine intervention. We will rescue Ron. We will rescue Clyde. No if, ands, or buts about it.

Arrival and Doubts

I type this entry without a plan as for what I can say. You might call this a stream of consciousness that I'm using to sort out my thoughts. I'm scared. I've read as two descents into The Ruins ended in either partial or complete disaster. Can I let that delay me?

No matter what, now I'm in for it at last. Upon entering the border of this town, I find myself asking why I'm here. Is a name really worth this? What is the measure of it?

I can feel the chilled air of the city now. I'm set to enter Charleston. In a few more hours I will see the Proxied Neighborhood at last, where I hope to meet Slice, YggdrasilCore, and my contact in person.

Upon reaching the brink of The Ruins, though, will I go back? ...will I?


What's in a name? My identity. I am Pete! Before, I had a mere... I wouldn't even call it a title. I was Prey the 2nd. I was an object. Then Ron gave me a name, and made me feel like I was... Somebody. As a somebody, I've since learned about and battled against this vicious Being...this Entity. Some things can't be measures on a simple scale. I am Pete. That is good enough.

I may be in for it at last, I may be able to practically feel the flames of Hell nicking at me, I may be at the brink where I will see Fear, itself.

Why am I here? I come to save Ron and Clyde. I come to rob our Enemy of His captives.

I can still turn back. But to go on, to take those steps...
...that would be the bravest of all moments.
 Whatever happens afterwards is nothing. Yes, Boston is where I will fight my real battle.

Hang on just a little longer, my friends. I have come.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Almost to Boston

I'm about to enter the Hell where Ron is being kept. It's alright. I'm not flying blind. Someone has contacted me and offered me help. As you know, Clyde has been captured. According to the concerned party, he's being tortured to death as we speak by Al(x)ne and Slender Man.
I've got to hurry. I'm going to rescue Ron and Clyde. It's alright. I have a plan. Even if two instances of entering The Ruins have resulted in capture, this time will be different, I swear it. Just hold on, guys. I'm coming.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Experiment #8 Results:

Location: Abandoned Shed
Decoy: New with new and new.
The Operator Sign
Eye Sketches, Drawings, and Photographs.
The images of plain olds eyes seemed to have an effect, but did not keep It out. Perhaps the construct just thought It was being watched and moved accordingly.
Am at a bus stop en route to Boston now, however late.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Bracing for tonight

First and foremost, I am not looking forward to another round of "fight off proxies while trying to get results from my experiments". But this is the only way. I've made two discoveries founded on prior theories. If I can just discover one more thing about this creature we battle no matter how many more experiments it takes, I'll be happy.

On related topics, now another date is added to the watch list: the 20th. The day on which Ron will be handed over to Slender Man and disappear. Ten days to get in, get him, and get out. And Clyde calls out summons for a volunteer. After tonight, I just may answer that call and head for Boston. My last change in location since the construct AND his minions sent me in the general direction of that town, anyway.

The man who named me now needs me. I will answer the call.

Maybe I should add nails to my 2-By-4.

Experiment #8 Set-Up Take 2:

Same attempted eye symbols as before, and this time I intend to see the results. I'm going to purchase a camera as a second pair of eyes in case proxies attempt to get in my way again.
I have 2-By-4, servants of Slender Man. I will use it if you attack me.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Rethinking the experiments

Alright, obviously I'm going to have to account for the possibility to of the construct using one of its pawns to attack me while it is distracted by my set-ups, but I need a way of still seeing all the results in spite of that. A camera, maybe?

I also received this in the mail at the hotel where I'm staying yesterday: It letter with no return address, and the it only had the number '3' on a piece of paper inside. Going on the odd entries on "The Land of Black Leaves" and the recent ones of "Unchained", this means something is up on the 10th.

I'm not sure where to watch or what to watch for, but I guess all we can do is check all the blogs as we can daily for anything....more odd and out the usual than usual. Thank God for Ron collecting all the major, and many of the minors, blogs in his Following. That will make this a much more simple matter.

Monday, March 7, 2011

In need of counter measures.

The construct employed its pawns to try to thwart me this time. It played its role at the lot perfectly while I was attacked in my room. I did not get full coverage of the test results, but I did found out I am not inept in a fight.

I will have to calculate their interference the next time around.

I have to rest now. It's been a rough ever since.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Experiment #8 Set-Up:

Location: An open lot. I've decided to try something a bit different to see what will happen. We know that using the Operator and Operato-Ichthus Signs will keep the construct out of an structure. Well, now I'm testing to see if how well a human can protect his or herself just by setting up a circle  of them around themselves. I will be using ordinary Operator Signs on the first try. as the smaller, inner "fence", so to speak.
As for symbols: human eyes. Drawings of eyes of all three colors: brown, blue, and green. I've also managed to purchase a printer, so I will also be setting up printed off images of eyes of all colors.
Decoy: New with new mask. I didn't care what how new the attire is this time. I just need to know if eye symbols and if a circle of Operator Signs out in the open will work.

I found an observing spot three floors up and a few good blocks away where I watch through the binoculars.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Sketches and images

I'm just going to have to buy a printer if I'm to try out photographs of eyes. I have the sketching of them handled, though I'm running out of paper. So I'll get new notebooks with the printer.

I've spotted It one or two times outside of watching it last night, so I know I still have time in this town. I don't think I will reuse the shack I made. One of the two times I've seen It was when I was collecting the things I left in the shed. I'll just have to think of something else to be safe.

I'm also just a few miles from the borderline of where Massachusetts and New York State meet. I'm considering crossing over to some other town there next time I chance locations. Still not sure yet.

Possibilities of Experimentation

Well, the successes of the Decoy and Symbol experiments have opened new doorways to explore. Again, thank God for the Sages, M, Dr. Cairo, and everyone else who experimented on It for laying the groundwork that made this possible. Without their prior work and theories, this would have been a lot more guess work.

What We Know Works:
Operator Symbols fend It off for about 24 hours before wearing.
Jakob's Ochthus-Operator Symbol Avatar worked as a repellent for 28 hours at the end of which the construct sundered them.
Fresh decoys with new sets of clothes and masks last fo five hours is distraction (that creature stared into the last night's decoy for about that length).

New Experiment Ideas:

1. JediZero's suggestion of using simple eye symbols. This holds a lot of merit in light of recent discoveries and is worth experimenting with. I think I will try experimenting with eye symbol in grousp of four as I did with the religious symbols. Among the first tests, of course, a human eye design, will be tried. Not sure about the other three yet.
2. Bodies of water. Once it warms up a bit more, I will experiment with the construct's reaction to bodies of water. Not sure how I'm going to go about that.

Any more suggestions?
It's kind of hard to concentrate right now. For some reason, I've been having a bit of headache today, ever since I caught wind of Ron's... The events. It's as if I remember this kind of feeling, somehow. I saw a few images flash in my mind a bit earlier. Int he first one, I was... somewhere, with people. Then something is yelled, but I can't make it out. Then I see an image of woods or a forest. I have no idea what this is.

This feeling

We lost him. We lost Ron. I feel hollow and heavy upon reading this news. So is this grief? He was my first friend on these boards. He gave me name instead of a objective title. Named me. Before, I just had a position: Prey the 2nd, treated as an object by the Slender Man and his pawns. Then I was given a name, and I felt...complete, perhaps.

No, this can't be. It can't end like this. He finally had the Brand within his reach! It's not fair!

No, I must calm down. I must stay the course. Experiment. Keep experimenting and try to prevent future victims. So is this what it means to be hunted by It? To lose people? To just get used to it and cope? I feel... Rage? Rage at the injustice of it, possibly? I have not felt this before. I don't understand this, but its there as if natural.

The full weight of the true terror of the beast sinks in.

Final Ichthus-Operator Sign Results

The construct penetrated the outer layer at about 3:00 AM. It thoroughly destroyed it with its tendrils. I think the ordinary Operator Signs have worn off, as it is staring the manequin down while very close and intendedly. It has done so for almost an hour and a half now.
Final verdict: The Ichthus-Operator Sign Jakob uses as his avatar lasts as repellent for 28 hours, at the end of which I recommend having formulated an escape plan or have erected fresh ones, because the construct will be agitated and ready to tear things apart.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Experiment #7 Results:

Location: A shack I built at the edge of the woods just outside town.
Decoy: #4 with new Attire and Mask
Standard Operator Sign: Effective
The Ichthus-Operator Signs:
My Design: Semi-Effective, it held the construct back for a few minutes It shredded the papers with it drawn on.
Two out of Jakob's Three designs were met with similar results. The one you picked for you avatar is functioning as a ward. In fact, I'm typing this in real time and it still hasn't worn off. I can tell the construct is not happy with the design, though. Its tendrils twitch in anticipation of the kill at them. Though I'm going to have to give up watching for meal at some point, I will try to keep track of out long it's going to last. The construct showed up at about eleven at last. I'm hoping for the symbol to hold up that long.
Another variant in the creature's behavior is that it's staying farther back from the effective Ichthus-Operator than it ever did with the ordinary Operator signs.
Then after that, there are still the ordinary operator signs. I wonder how long they will be effective since they haven't had a run at holding it back yet, but have been up as long as the Ichthus-Operators. That goes for the Decoy as well.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Experiment #7 Set-Up:

Location: A crudely made little shack I've built from discarded wood and boards using a hammer and nails I purchased.*
Decoy 4: New Attire and New Mask. This is to confirm once and for all what happened on that night with the first decoy.
The tried and true Operator Sign, as usual.
The Ichthus-Operator Sign I made.
JakobGibby's symbols: Operator + Ichthus, Operator X + Ichthus, and Operator Circle + Ichthus.
My computer was acting up while I tried to get them onto here, but they can be seen at his blog.
Gibby's Log: A (not asked for) favor
I don't know what will happen this time. Either this will work or it won't, and the next step is taken from there.

Suggestions and Theories:

1. JakobGibby suggested that the Ichthus symbol incensed the construct to rage because it is the original Christian symbol predating the Cross, which I have used both mere drawings and actual cast Crucifix necklaces of.
2. JediZero suggests that the combined Ichthus Symbol and Operator Sign look like a focused eye directed right on Him may be what what the creature hates so much.
3. The whole thing where It tore actual fish apart still baffles me, though. The Ichthus symbol is one thing, but just plain, ordinary fish? One idea I have about this comes from the theory that has been passed around that the construct does not like the sea and can't go into large bodies of water. I believe one fellow M of The Tutorial once met had a similar idea and even had some success with this. Well, testing whether the construct can chase me into large bodies of water is just going to have to wait until the Winter ends.

*= There were locations I could have used around this little town, but none of them are without owners or nearby persons who could get caught up in this. I will risk no harm to others, so I made do in building my own abandoned shack a bit away from the main town.


Will find new lodgings and place to conduct the next experiment.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Still on the move.

Will be arriving in a new town tomorrow, though. There I hope the find the proper setting to continue conducting these Symbol experiments. I think I'm almost done with the Decoy experiments. At this point I think I'm just going to continue employing them for practical use so that I can observe from afar.

Known Decoy Results:

New Decoy+New Attire+New Mask=About five hours of distraction.
Old Decoy+Repeated Attire+Reused Mask=Minutes at best.
Old Decoy+New Attire+New Mask=Roughly two hours of successful distraction.

However, on the next go I will try out a brand new Decoy with new attire and a new mask. I will hold off using religious symbols for one night as I am curious to how the construct will react to a barrier made up Ichthus-Operator Signs. Will it have the effect of both in which the creature is held back AND is incensed to violence? If so, I may need to change out the binoculars for a telescope. Or will the attempted combination just muddy the ffect of both enough that it's ineffective like the others I've tried, in which case the construct will walk right past.  Either way, I hope for repeated success with the combination of a new decoy, new clothes, and new mask.

Monday, February 28, 2011

The Operator-Ichthus Symbol

The construct has made it clear that it doesn't like the Ichthus Symbol or fish. Think a combination of the Operator Sign and the Ichthus Symbol might have an effect? The above design as a straightforward Ichthus with an 'X' through it. This is a crude rendition done in Paint, but I can definitely make a better sketch on paper. I've found that I'm actually good with sketches and drawing since my experimentation began.
I know I'm grasping at straws, but then again, why does the Operator Sign work? Why do masks work? Why can't he perceive us as humans at elevations higher than the second floor? Why is It more suited for forests than cities? Nothing about this creature makes sense on a human level, so perhaps this ridiculous idea may just be ridiculous enough.
If nothing else, it's worth a shot. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work, but I'll be hopeful.

Experiment #6 Results:

Location: Shed. Again, I watched from my room.
Decoy: Decoy 3-Repeated Attire and Mask
Operator Sign: Effective
Sun Cross: Ineffective
Ouroboros: Ineffective
Happy Human: Ineffective
Omkar: Ineffective
The fish: It ripped the fish to shreds. This is beyond my comprehension as why It would do that.

I am changing out testing locations again. Over this last day, I've seen It everywhere. Will give 'Experiment #7 Set-Up' update when I have arrived and have the necessities to perform it.

Experiment #5 Results

Location: A junk-filled shed. Operator signs pasted onto it. Make-swift fence with the new symbols hung from it around the shed. The shed was just out back of the building I'm currently staying in and I was able to spy from the fifth floor.
Decoy: Decoy: Decoy 3-New Attire and Mask. Effective for nearly four hours before the construct moved on. Effective for maybe three-five minutes than the first decoy test.
Operator Symbol: Effective.
Ichthus: Ineffective, but for some reason, the construct tore the Ichthus symbols apart. I...I'm unsure of why It did that.
Fire Lily: Ineffective
Hands of God: Ineffective
Triskelion: Ineffective

Experiment #6 Set-Up:

Location: The shed.
Decoy: Decoy-Repeated Attire and Mask. The construct only needs to show up long enough to test the new symbols.
New Symbols:

Sun Cross (Gnosticism)

Ouroboros (Ghosticism)

Happy Human (Humanism)

Omkar (Hinduism)

I've also taken the liberty of purchasing some fish and hanging them out with the symbols to see if they get a similar reaction to the Ichthus sign. If so, then it starts to reason that one does not want to be in possession of fish when encountering the constuct, as it just provoke It to violence.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Experiment #4 Results:

Location: Second time at the trailer.
Decoy: Decoy 2-New attire and Mask. Effective for roughly two hours before the construct moved on.
Operator Symbol: Effective.
Lotus Carrying Namam: Ineffective
Nine Point Star: Ineffective
Wheel of Dharmacakra: Ineffective
Lotus Flower: Ineffective

Experiment #5 Set-Up

Will reuse the trailer one more time before moving on
Decoy: Decoy 3-New Attire and Mask
New Symbols:
Ichthus (Christianity)
Fire Lily (Christianity)
Hands of God (Slavic Neopaganism)
Triskelion (Celtic Neopaganism)

After this, I will too be abandoning the mobile home and another location.

I've come across a few symbols which I am reluctant to try out. One is called the "Sacred Chaos". I fear it making the creature stronger, since it also is a bringer of chaos for all intents and purposes. The pentagram is another I fear to use, and will not, after I read up on it. I will also not be using any other Satanic symbolism. I have enough problems with just one devil. I will not risk bringing another to myself.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Experiment #3 Results

Gye Nyame: Ineffective
Allah: Ineffective
Angel Moroni: Ineffective
Ankh: Ineffective
Crucifix Necklaces: Ineffective
Operator Symbol: Effective
Decoy: Same mannequin in the same clothes and mask as the first test: Effective at distance. Ineffective up close. He walked right past all the symbol hung up around the mobile home and walked right up to it, but did not go in as  the Operators were fending him off. He looked at the decoy for a few seconds before moving on and disappearing.

I've collected Decoy 1.

Experiment #4 Set-Up: changed out the clothes and mask on Decoy 1. Tonight to test if Decoy 1-Different Attire and "Outer Identity" can fool It.

New Test Symbols:

Lotus Carrying Namam (Ayyavazhi symbolism)
Nine Point Star (Bahá'í Faith)
Wheel of Dharmacakra (Buddhism)
Lotus Flower (Buddhism)

Location: Same abandoned mobile home as before. After this, I will use the trailer one more time with Decoy 2 and four new symbols. After that, there are other locations in this town which can serve my purposes.
I'm going to dare to stay a week before moving on this time.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Experiment #3 is set.

I have found a nearby water tower from which I will observe. Instead of a shack, I found a discarded mobile home to set up the mannequin up in. The decoy is in the same ensemble as before, right up to the mask.It's perched at a window which I can see through the binoculars. Operator symbols have been pasted onto the trailer. I've taken string and pieces of wood and set up a fence around the trailer and have hung the religious symbols from the string.
I've also taken the liberty of buying a handful of actual Crucifix necklaces, which have also been hung from the string. If that doesn't work, this will shown that whether there's a difference between metal-crafted symbols and paper ones since I've already tried drawing crosses.

I head out now. Tomorrow, the results of the decoy, and the symbols, both drawn or cast will be conveyed to you.

A New Town

I've entered a new town today. For now, I'm going to get settled in temperary lodgings, then I'm heading out to find a place to set-up Experiment #3. The results should be in by tomorrow.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Experiment #2 Results

I have some good news and some bad news.
The bad news is that the Be gua symbols are not effective as repellents.
The good news is that the Operator sign still works.
The news that everyone wants to know is if a masked and clothed mannequin can really serve a decoy. It did. It worked.
It all happened around midnight. The construct went straight for the shack. It walked right past the Be gua signs, but was held back by the Operator sign, and it shad proceeded to have a staring match with the mannequin for hours without end. It left around 5:00 AM. I collected all the materials and I'm on the move again. See you all at the next town. I'm going to be taking my new "friend" with me. I'm going to test if the same mannequin can be reused as a decoy next time or if you have to get a new body double each time. I've also bought additional masks to switch out just in case this one ceases to protect my "inner identity".

The Next Symbols I'm trying out are

Gye nyame


Angel Moroni


For now, I'm going to go with a religious symbol theme to keep this organized and focused.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Results of the Test:

Cross Symbol: No effect.
Human Face Symbol: No effect.
Star of David: No effect.
Operator Symbol: Still effective as a ward. They held Him at bay long enough for my escape. I then had to flee for my life and ended up following Jedi's advise and "bummed it" on a roof until He left.

Next Set of Symbols, Be gua ones, to be precise: Found here
  • Qián
  • Duì
  • Zhèn
  • Xùn
  • Kǎn
  • Gèn
  • Kūn
I'm also going to try an additional experiment with a mannequin I saw being thrown out which I'm "borrowing" and a pair of binoculars that have been in my bag since I first woke up and started posting. See the source and purpose of this experiment here: ⊗LOG⊗ - Decoy.
I'm going to "bum it" again on a roof close to the shack. I'm going to set up the Be gua symbols on the fence posts like I did with thre first three symbols and post the operator symbols on the shack, itself. Inside, the mannequin will be dressed in additional clothes of mine along with the operator symbol covered hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled up, of course, and my mask. I intend to finish "Dr." Cairo's experiment which was founded on M and Maduin's theories tonight. Wish me luck.

Monday, February 21, 2011

A simple experiment.

Ron of Drew's Box 'o' Stuff has suggested we become organized and connected as a network. I've offered to perform a simple experiment for him. One that seems to have been reoccurring in the blog Testing 1, 2, 3. According to research that has been done on the construct, posting up operator symbols in your home will keep It at bay for 24 hours, after which their effect will wear off and He will be able to enter your home. A part of the research conducted by the blog's owner, Shaun, was in finding other symbols that work as repellents against the construct. I intend to to take up that research. It's a fairly simple and safe one to work with, as I can still hang up operator signs while conducting this.

The Set Up: I ended up in a small where most of the buildings aside from an Inn I can't afford don't have third floors. So I will have to sleep the night at a lower level, anyway. There's an abandoned two room shack of a house at the edge of town. I will post up the operator symbols on the outside of the home, itself, and post up the other symbols at the wooden posts  that make up the remains of a fence that once surrounded it. This way, if none of the alternate symbols work, I can still fall back on the operator signs.
I'm trying three symbols this time: A cross, an expressionless face, and the Star of David.

My next blog post will report the results in exact detail.

Bought a mask...

...and some spray paint. I've put the operator symbol on my clothes and I'm wearing the mask. It's a turtle face. The symbols are on the front of my hooded sweatshirt and on the back of the hood which I keep pulled up at all times. I'm hoping to confuse the thing. With any luck, I'll be able to settle down for about a week somewhere, maybe, and perhaps remember something. Anything. Or think about what I want to do next.

I've also been thinking about what Cerberus and Black Leaf said about me. I'm "capable of more than anyone can guess"? I'm "not the man I once was." "That man is dead"? Who was I before? Who am I?

Sunday, February 20, 2011

A letter.

Last night, I slept on a park bench after being unable to find lodgings up high. I woke up to find a man sitting across from me wearing a dark green mark with neutral expression in it's design. He handed me this letter and left:
darkness consumes The Pawn
during the twilight. It will come
rejects Bounds
but foresaw quickly
overstepped. Punishment
have been in order.
It as the Title,
his consequences.
no light

If anyone can make sense of this, that'd be great.

In the meantime, I'm waiting for another bus.

Saturday, February 19, 2011


I'm alright. When that thing finally left, I gathered my things and fled the house. This time, however, I wasn't able to get any help. Even more children have gone missing recently and there's a full on search being conducted by both the police and locals. Then It reappeared once I was outside and I was forced to run for my life, and then had to make my way into town on foot.  I saw It off and on, throughout the night. It was closer and closer with each successive sighting, until it finally charged me head on. I don't know how, but I managed to not get ensnared in his tendrils. Perhaps It just wanted to play with me. I don't know, but It never caught me.

Eventually, I made my way into town and got on a bus. Today, I've arrived in Greenfield, Mass. I haven't caught sight of It yet, but I'm going to abide by the rules set by M of The Tutorial. I've rested and ready to move on again. I'll stay in touch and continue to chronicle my journeys.

Also, my name is "Pete" now. Ron of Drew's Box 'o' Stuff was kind enough to suggest a proper name for me.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

it is right outside.

While still at the police station after they unsuccessfully tried to identify me, I decided to lean back and rest my eyes. Suddenly, the world around me grew silent and the seat under my rear soft. I opened my eyes to find myself back at the abandoned house I woke up in. The thing Ron calls "the construct" is staring in the window from where I first beheld him.

My eyes don't leave it as I type this, for fear that I will lose it. I will keep him in this gaze with the curtaiin pulled back. Better this than having it in the house.

I am in South Deerfield.

The taxi took me to the mentioned town and dropped me off at a Police Station so that they can try to identify me. I'm posting this from a bistro with Wifi before I go in. I've been reading up on many of the blogs, such as Observe and Terminate, Just Another Fool, Dreams in Darkness, Seeking Truth, The Mystic, The Tutorial, and Anomalous Data and some others. If I've forgotten who I am, then does it stand to reason that any record of me might have been erased by an agent of proxy as well? I'm still going to try to find out who I am, but I want to know the odds.

Best of luck to all, and to Ron. You were right in the comment you left. You and I are connected somehow, but why were you allowed to keep your identity. Who you are? I'm... I feel like nothing. I have no known name, and I'm so alone.

I'm off. "It" is standing across the street watching me without relent, and I feel sick. Why is this happening to me?

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

I am Prey Two.

That is the name I know myself by. I recall nothing beyond a few short moments ago. I don't know my name or where I came or where I am. Yet I know how to operate this device and I know people from afar can read it. This, "blog" already exised for me to use and I knew the password. Why?

A man stairs in the window. He dresses sharply, but his face.... He has no face. Why? I can see stairs leading down from my position at the desk. Am I on the second floor? How can he be staring at me from here? Does he have a step ladder?

To anyone who can read this, do you know who I am?