Wednesday, November 23, 2011

More Messages

Solid biological waste has impacted the rotational air circulation device. Elaine apparently has some deal to keep the Slenderman off of Hope's doorstep. I don't really know what it is, but it scares me. And I still don't know what to think of my conversation with Guardian. To elaborate on that a bit more, once I got over the fact he wasn't going to change what I wanted him to (which basically boiled down to "stop being so freaking cryptic!") he asked me how I was and if I was enjoying my stay at hope.

He was nice, he just wanted to be sure I was happy and healthy. I'm not used to that anymore, so I'll have to admit I was flattered. But that's the past, this is the present. I don't really know what's going on, but this time it sounded urgent.

I got a text from Guardian. "Use the key before it's too late." He hasn't steered me wrong thus far (save for the calling widget, which has apparently been helpful to a few people), so I'm going to go with my gut and follow his directions. A second text came in right after the first "Use it on the outside of your bedroom door. Now."

Now I know why he said that, but first I need to tell you exactly what happened. My day had been boring. I made breakfast, checked the usual social networks (with location services disabled, of course). Lunch went by, and supper, with nothing spectacular. I took a shower and started getting ready for bed, that's when the first text came in. I got dressed and started packing when the second one came. So I dropped the shirts I was folding, and ran out of the door, closed it, and used the key.

The door pulled itself open, but my room wasn't behind it. Third message: "Run." So I bolted, the door slamming shut behind me. It was a forrest path, but something was wrong. There was no sun, but there was light, there were no leaves on the trees, no breeze, but they swayed. I heard noises, terrifying sounds that I can't get out of my head. I looked back only once, it was the Slender Man behind me. I don't know if it was really him or just a Fig Newton in my imagination (my dad always used to say that to me) caused by the strange world. I'm betting on Fig Newton.

But after what seemed like forever, I was at the opposite side of the path. There was another door, crimson. I swear it was painted in blood, so I didn't stop to see what was around to drain that much from a person. I went through, and it was my room, back in Minneapolis. My belongings and the cat were all in their places at home. Squinkey didn't seem to notice anything wrong and when I opened the door, it was my hallway, not the path that stared back at me.

I don't know what's going on here, but I'm scared. More scared than I have been so far on this whole journey. For all I know, I could have died on that path, but I didn't.

Elaine, and everyone else back at Hope, the Guardian has never sent me down the wrong path before, but I hope he was misinformed for your sake. Stay safe, guys.


  1. ... You seem to be behind on the times. Also, you lost a couple days.

  2. Yeah, I figured that out once I started checking things. It's kinda scary.