Wednesday, July 27, 2011

So Cynthia isn't even my daughter, she's Elijah's. Fucking perfect.


Hello everyone, it's Cathy now. I just took the computer from Tony he's...not very happy at all. I honestly am exhausted and don't want to take too much time explaining. Tony and I did go to the graveyard. When we got there the same man who had arrested me showed up and started asking us questions so quickly I didn't even have time to answer. Tony got angry and started yelling at him for following us around and Simon Radler- I think that's his name- began to yell back.

The two were drawing attention to us from the wrong people. Next thing I know Elijah is standing in front of us and greeting me with a smile. I thought he was going to leave us alone but apparently not. The problem was this time around Elijah seemed to want to harm me and decided he would it with words. He proceeded to tell Tony that Cynthia was a child made due to a one night stand he and I had during the year Tony was getting paranoid and drifting apart.

Elijah...wasn't lying...

That was when Cynthia showed up, right in the middle of Tony's shocked silence and Simon's surprised shouts as he realized who Tony was. Elijah was just standing there grinning like the asshole he was because Cynthia didn't know this either. I didn't tell anyone, I thought- prayed- that maybe she was Tony and I's. But apparently I was wrong. Cynthia started to get angry, I didn't even try to run towards her this time...I don't know if that makes me a bad mother or not, but every other time hadn't worked and I was afraid I would get hurt. My baby started to scream and shout at Elijah, saying he was lying and then I realized that Elijah was in danger. All the men in my family have died or vanished, the fathers of children meant to be taken, and Tony was able to get away as the replacement father for so many years. I put two and two together and came to the realization right as that monster showed up.

Elijah was the father. All the fathers must be sacrificed to that thing. With the real father revealed, Elijah was literally ripped to shreds in front of us. It was...there are no words to describe...

The whole time Cynthia was screaming at me, saying that I didn't love her because I hadn't told her and that she was still going to get us. Tony and I ran, grabbing Simon and dragging him with us as we went. We knew we'd be killed if we stayed any longer.

Tony is furious. As soon as we got a good distance away and Simon spoke up and tried to ask what was going on, he punched the other man several times in the face and knocked him out. We left Simon on a public park bench near a lot of people as Tony wouldn't let me take him to a doctor. He hasn't talked to me since he found out. I don't know what to do.

I'm sorry.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

It's Tony

Cathy says she's not gonna post on her blog anymore, she's leaving it to that Simon guy. Whatever, he's being a pain in our asses, but at least he can't do much of anything. We did some more research on the family through the newspapers- even found a lead on Cathy's granny. I know, it surprised us too. When we went to check it out...well, see, she had stayed locked up at a hospital apparently. The woman was a few crayons short of a box and had a bad habit of talking about tall, faceless men who stole her daughter. Sound familiar to anyone?

Well, we were able to snoop around the room when no one was looking (fucking difficult let me tell you, we got lucky that no one was occupying the room when we went in and locked the door/closed the blinds) and looked around. I mean even if the old bat had lived there a while ago, it was still worth taking a glance, y'know? We actually found something.

We had finished checking everything else and I had jokingly looked up and said something along the lines of, "What if she had hid something in the roof?". Cathy took it seriously and decided to stand on the bed and push up one of those inside roof tile things (I have no idea what the fuck they're really called and don't care). She stuck a hand up there and actually pulled two notebooks out. They're dirty as hell and smell kind of funny, but we actually found a lead. Somehow granny managed to get these suckers up there when no one was looking and I have no idea how.

The point is we've been looking through them. She mostly wrote crazy things, the usual "watching/waiting/blahblah I'm insane" shit, but sometimes she had actual paragraphs written on Cathy's family. We found out some disturbing shit.

Apparently for generations the women in Cathy's family had sacrificed their husbands to it when their kids (always one girl for some weird reason) turned the age eleven. This is because it would come to take the child away, and the mom would barter the life of their kid for the life of another. The kid would then be expected to grow up, marry some clueless idiot and have one kid do the exact same thing, and then grow old and crazy by themselves. It's fucking creepy and Cathy had no idea- something that apparently wasn't supposed to be that way. See, the mom's are supposed to teach their kids all about what they're supposed to do with their life after their eleventh birthday.

Cathy's mom apparently decided to be a rebel without a cause because she actually fell in love with her husband while the previous women either didn't or made themselves pretend they didn't. Mommy disobeyed the "rules" of this weird little cult or whatever and actually went to try and save her husband when he wandered too far in the woods one day. If anyone remembers, cause' I think Cathy mentioned it a while ago, she was playing with her parents in the park the day she found them dead. That thing doesn't care if it's husband or wife I guess, because it took both and left Cathy to grow up and have a kid/find a husband to give to it. Well Cathy obviously wasn't taught on the ways of her people because she married someone who already knew about it and wasn't around for when that thing came to get him. A.K.A., me.

I'm guessing this is why Cynthia was taken away, or at least, this is what I'm thinking. What doesn't make sense is why Cathy's parents were killed when she wasn't eleven. Maybe it hung around every family up to that point and they just were supposed to never go into the forest alone? I have no fucking idea, and all this new info is making my head hurt.

So to make a long story short for you kids, I was supposed to die in Cynthia's place when she was eleven, but seeing as I already knew about it and was running around trying not to be killed, she got taken away. Cathy is pretty much having some sort of a mental breakdown right now cause' she found out her family is pretty much generations of evil bitches, clueless idiots, and creepy children. Not exactly the happiest secret to find out, right?

Well, tomorrow we're gonna go take one last look around at the graveyard where Cathy's parents were buried. She wants to say goodbye, I guess.

Keep your asses outta trouble.

Thursday, July 21, 2011


Tony and I have been looking into things and we've found some very...odd articles. Last night we broke into the office building which housed many reporters and went to the basement to look at older papers. This newspaper has been producing articles for years and we thought they might have some sort of article that could help us. It took a few hours of going through the Obituary sections, but we eventually managed to find two reports: one of my dead parents, which actually almost made headline news due to "mysterious circumstances" and the other of my grandfather, who disappeared, which also had a small article to itself.

Already the situation seems odd as apparently the wife of the missing man, my grandmother, apparently didn't even put out many missing reports. According to the journalist who interviewed her for a short time, she seemed calm like she had accepted that he was dead that quickly. I need to find information on my grandmother. I feel like if we do manage to obtain anything of hers maybe it'll be enough to reveal what exactly went on years ago. Until that time, stay safe.


Sunday, July 17, 2011



This is Cathy and I know things have been everywhere these last few days and I want to thank all of you who stood up for me, but you cannot tell them where they are or else innocent people will be involved with the nightmare we're in.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to talk until now, but I've been locked up in a hospital for three days. For three goddamn days I saw that monster...the Slenderman watching me. He was in the corner of every room, quietly standing there and observing my every movement. I'm surprised that no one else saw him except for a few people who were obviously less than psychologically well. They...screamed and ran, they were ranting and raving and one of them clawed their own throat out it was horrible ohgod

They were able to take me into custody for several reasons, those of which I believe that officer who first found me has been explaining. But I was able to convince the doctor's I was okay and so I was released earlier today. I met up with Tony near the building and we're back in my car. The fact that the police are involved means that my blog may no longer be safe to update, so I'm going to stick to posting everything on Tony's blog.

Things are just...spiraling out of control everyday more and more and I don't know what to do about Cynthia anymore. I do know that the police mentioned my previous generations having an odd track record with the husband's dying though, so I'm going to try and find out some information on this. I feel like it's connected to my grandmother somehow, but I'm not exactly sure yet. I'll update you all as I go. At least being this busy keeps my mind off of all the horrible things happening around me.

Hey shit heads, this is Tony. Why the fucking hell would you mention my name to the cops. Really? REALLY? You think I wouldn't be locked up if they all got their hands on me? I'm a fucking sociopath who's murdered and tortured countless people, looks like he stepped off a fucking battlefield, and hasn't been trackable for eleven years. I'd like to keep things that way, goddamn it, so you all better cooperate! If we drag the police into this case we expose them to it.
 How well do you think that'll go down, huh? Mass panic, a monster hunt, people suspected of helping it taken into custody or shot on sight. I know that sounds pretty far out, but when humans are up against something they don't know they fucking panic.
So let's keep our smart ass mouths shut, alright?
This copper, Simon-what's-his-face, is like a goddamned bloodhound and while you all seem to have a pretty good time arguing with him, he's fucking obsessed with this case for some reason even though there's no real evidence to back anything up. So keep quiet and lay low for now.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Shit what the hell- Cathy just got arrested. I followed the cops but there's only so much I can do when they go inside a police station. I have idea why they arrested her, all I know is that it was some scrawny ass copper who looked like he would live with his mother his entire life and never get laid. Just in case any of you all somehow see this motherfucker, he's got grey brown hair, the biggest and nerdiest glasses I've ever seen, and wears his uniform pants hiked up like he wants to show his ugly socks off.

Think his last name was Radley or Radler or something along those lines. Fuck, I left Cathy for five minutes in the restaurant we were eating and come back to see this clown talking to her, pulling out a badge and telling her she was under arrest, she had the right to remain silent, and that she was gonna be put under observation. I mean, WHAT THE HELL SERIOUSLY, I have no idea what the fuck is going on but they can't keep her there, right? That's against our rights as citizens.

I'm just gonna have to hang around the station and try not to get noticed cause' I can't just leave her there and I can't bust inside, guns at the ready. This is fucked up on so many levels- how is it that the coppers never help us, but always end up meddling in things they shouldn't? Fucking police.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

On the road again

Can't say I missed it. It was nice gettin' drunk off my ass at the Haven, but after that run in with daughter dearest...well, let's just say we had to move on. We're headed back to Cathy's hometown. She says she wants to try and track Cynthia and thinks she might have gone there. I have no idea why, but I'm letting her do what she wants. It calms her down.

So I guess I'll update with shit if anything happens. Keep your asses outta trouble.