Saturday, December 31, 2011


As I walked around some neighborhood, I stumbled upon a vacant looking house. The lawn was well kept, and none of the windows were broken, so I decided to treat myself to some of their food. 'They probably wouldn't mind,' I thought. Their house was pretty big.

It was a two-story house, with flowers in some sort of garden, and an empty dog house. It was painted a baby blue color, while the window panes were painted black. An odd combination.

I trotted along the red-brick sidewalk, taking note of the little light things besides the path. I have no idea what you call those light things.

I noticed that their was a doll, abandoned on the steps leading up to the front door. The child must have been in a hurry to leave that she left her doll. It was some sewn up doll; it had on a pink dress, and it's hair was red. Same color as my hair.

I realized that the door was slightly ajar. Now who in there right minds would forget to lock their door? If they didn't have a key then they should have bought a new one.

I could smell something foul as I went nearer to the house.

Then, as I opened the door, a wretched smell filled up my nostrils and I felt the urge to throw up on the spot. 'Pull yourself together.'

I walked some more and I saw, i saw That.

Organs were strewn across the floor and the was practically blood everywhere. A family of three and their dog were dead. The dogs head, it was, god this is sick, it was in the woman's abdominal area. The rest of it's body was hanging from the ceiling fan.

The girl, she wasn't much older than four, her eyes--why would they do something like that?--her eyes were ripped out of her socket. And her lips were ripped off and her teeth were pulled out. What did they do to her before she died?!

The man was naked, everyone was naked. Just what the hell just happened there?

His scalp was missing too. And his face was torn to shreds.

I wanted to throw so bad, but I didn't. No I ran out of the house, stopped for a bit on the porch to pick up the doll, and started running again.

It wasn't until my legs couldn't support me and my lungs burned, when I finally let the contents of my stomach come out of my mouth.

I decided to keep the doll. Someone has to take care of it in memory of that girl. It might as well be me.

Whoever killed this family is sick. Proxy or not, this is still sick.

God, I want to throw up again, but I can't because my stomach's empty. I think I'm just going to stay in a fetal position underneath this abandon porch. It's a vastly different house. The grass is overgrown, the windows broken, and there are about a ton of weeds.

So sick.


Friday, December 30, 2011

Really? Are you serious? I think that proxy might be following me. Again.

How he managed to find me? It must be his master's powers or some crap like that. Can't a girl have just one ounce of privacy, a break from all of this? The answer is no, she can't.

I need some new pairs of underwear. Better yet, I need some pads. I think I'm going to start my period. Curse the fact that I'm a young teenage girl whose period has not yet been stabilized.

Damn cramps. Yes, definitely going to have my period soon. Damn girl problems.

Must get going.

Thursday, December 22, 2011


I have no idea how I ended up here. Here as in some unknown city.

The last thing I remember was seeing Him. He finally found me, and then darkness. It was so cold when I saw Him. So very cold.

I wonder if that proxy has anything to do with it. I hope he didn’t do anything to me while I “slept”. If he did, well, that’s just bleh.

I better find something to eat.

I really hope it doesn't happen again.

I had better get going and find shelter. It looks like it is going to rain.

Friday, December 9, 2011


He has found me.

And I was finally getting used to this place.

Matt, I'm sorry. Please do not be sad that I'm gone.

That thing's face, it's unnerving and why won't he stop staring at me.

I was having so much fun with Matt.

He's out there, watching. The Imitator watches. He always watches and makes insane the people who are being watched.

I can't move my body. The only thing moving are my hands. My fingers.

I really want to get away, but I need to type this.

The setting.
It is dim in this shed, near the woods. The sky is starry, but the trees block the light of the stars and elopes the forest's floor in darkness.
The trees elope the floor in darkness. The Imitator elopes my mind in darkness. It's shrouded in darkness and I want to leave.
I can feel the temperature dropping. I hate fall and the coldness it bring. I'm sleepy. Goodnight.
So cold.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Still Following Me

How long has it been? How long has that man been following me? He leaves messages. Typical. I wonder if he knows that I'm too young for him. He's making himself look like a pervert by stalking me.

I saw him while I was on my way to visit Christina. He was hiding behind a tree.

I did my best to ignore him and kept on walking.

I gave Christina a stuff toy that I got. It was her birthday, but her parents forgot.

Afterwards, I took a different route back "home". In fact, I stayed in a different place for a couple of hours until I knew that he had left.

I wished I had noticed him sooner. That way, I would have not have grown so attached to the people. Why did I get so attached to them? Whenever a proxy shows up it usually means that my days are numbered. If I had notice him sooner, I would have left before getting attached, and now I can't leave.

I don't want to leave. I already had to leave my family and I missed my little sister's birthday. I hope she's not mad at me.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A Real Life Follower

There is a man--I assume that it's a man--that is following me. I run, he runs after me. Is he a proxy? I am going to assume he is. He wears a gray hoodie most of the time, and some sort of fencing mask thing. The usual proxy attire.

When will they ever learn? Perhaps never. Perhaps later. As they say, better late than never.

I got that blog following thing fixed. Now I can keep up with numerous blogs.

Monday, November 28, 2011

No Cigar

I almost got caught stealing today. I have to be more careful next time. I cannot risk getting caught and endangering the lives of the people around. No, I mustn't do that.
Strange, I have three followers but I can only see two. It also appears that the blogs I thought I was following won't show up on my account. I better fix that later.
It's almost bedtime. Goodnight.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Allergies suck

I am very sleepy right now. Allergies kept me up all last night. Not even Running cannot escape the much dreaded hay fever.

 I forgot to follow some blogs for entertaiment purposes. There's just so many to choose from and I don't feel like reading all of that.

Perhaps I should start with that rabbit man. I've been meaning to read some of his adventure.  That Jeanette gal seems entertaining. What about A? Should I follow that person. I am still unsure of his or her sex. So many blogs to choose from, so little time.

Screw it. I'll just pick and choose random blogs to follow from now on.

I really dislike having allergies. There's always so much throwing up due to my sinuses being clogged up. That, and a lack of sleep. It sucks. I mean you feel very tired and you can't sleep because you can't breathe and it feels like your face is on fire. Not even medicine helps.

Well, it is time for me to start following.

Friday, November 25, 2011


I am thankful for the family I miss so much. I am thankful for my very loving and supporting parents. I am thankful for my adorable little sister. I am thankful for Matt and the rest of the gang. I am thankful for Amy, who provides for me. I am thankful to be alive. ~This was something that I meant to do yesterday.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011


Today was Amy's birthday. I heard the party and the laughter and joy from the shed. I left the shed, so I would not get caught.
 I did my usual thing. I walked to the creek. The same one where I was unjustly bitten by ants. Those bastards. I sat underneath a tree. There are many trees out here. Amy's house is right at the edge of some woodlands.
After sitting underneath a tree and enjoying nature, I returned to the shed to find some slices of cake wrapped in plastic, on a paper plate. There was a note taped to it. It read "Some cake for you and your friends. Love, Amy" It was a very delicious cake.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Stupid Bugs

Fire ants' bite hurts like hell. And they were big ants too. I was sitting undernegth a tree, right to creek, until I felt one of my hands begining to sting. There were ants on my hand. They were coming from the creek. They made themselves a boat by using their bodies. Not even water can protect us from the fire ants. Sorry, hand burns right now.

Saturday, November 12, 2011


As the audience can already guess, I love to act. I love to pretend I'm someone else for a while. I love to read scripts, interpret the character I am playing, and act like that character.

I used to be in theatre in school. I'm not just talking about middle school--which by the way is the highest form of education I have--but elementary school as well. Then I ran away. That's what happens when you're haunted by the boogeyman.

Before I ran away, I was supposed to act in one of my school plays. I let them down by running away. But hey, it was either stay and get my family involve, or run away and not get them involve. Guess which one I chose.

I just realize something, I have yet to follow any of these blogs. I believe they would provide some form of entertainment, and comfort in knowing that there are people out there who are going through the same thing as me.

I think that proxiehunter guy has some interesting blogs that he follows. I might check them out.

Sunday, November 6, 2011


Matt, his dad came by earlier today.

He wanted to take Matt back home. Matt shied away from the man that had hurt him.

"Mommy misses you," he told Matt.

At that, Matt became hopeful.

"Really?" he asked the man who was supposed to be his father.

"Yes, now get over here," I could hear the man's voice rising a bit. Matt sensed it as well.

Matt took a step back from his father.

"Dammit boy. Get over here," his face turned red. It was quite amusing, and at the same time, frightening.

"I'll make you cry worse than that," he threaten once he saw that Matt was crying. I had enough of this vile man. I took Matt's hands in mine, and led him away from that man. We ran away to be more precise.

I told Jonathan, the male in a female's body, about it. As of now, he's fuming.

Matt's still crying. I'm letting him cry it out.

We're all in the the shed right now, waiting for the rain to go away.

Rain, rain go away, come again another day.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the shed is located behind Amy's house. She's the one who has been providing me internet. She also allowed me to take shelter in this shed. Her parents don't know of my existence yet. I fear the day that they do.

Saturday, October 22, 2011


I used to love fall. Now, I am beginning to loathe it.

When I ran away, I, unfortunately didn't plan ahead. I regret doing that for now I am cold. Matt offered me his jacket--he's such a sweetheart, but the jacket didn't fit. I gave him back his jacket.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"It's nothing to be sorry for," I told him. Again, if he were older, I'd date him.

He smiled and hugged me.

Why does he have to be ten?

This shed sucks in keeping me warm.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Matt wants to sleep with me for the night. He says he likes me the best.

He is only ten, a bit too young for me. If he were older, and we weren't in the situation that we are in now, I would date him.

He's part of a street gang. Not the one that commits crimes, unless needed to. It mostly consist of children who ended up on the streets. Matt is one of the youngest here. I'd say Christina has got to be the youngest. I'd place her age somewhere between eight and nine.

All of these children have harsh backgrounds. Matt's father hated him. The man would always beat the poor kid, and so Matt packed his things, wrote a letter to his mother, and left.

Christana's parents are drug addicts. They spend most of their days high on drugs, and she spends most of her days out on the street.

I know this one boy who was kicked out of his house for having a girlfriend. Why is this so bad? His biological sex is female, but his gender is male. He is a man trapped in a woman's body, is what he told me. He doesn't see his relationship with his girlfriend as being a homosexual relationship. In fact, he views it as being a heterosexual one. He wishes he can get a sex change operation so he can start living life to the fullest.

And me; I already told my story to the audience.

I think a description of where I am at sounds like a great idea.

Right now, I am in a shed that no one really uses. It is a bit dark in here, the only source of light is from my laptop. It won't be long before it shuts off. Damn battery.

An Introduction

My name is Alexis. Yes, that is my name. I am a thirteen year old girl.

Why am I making this blog? I assume the audience is familiar with a certain tall and slender creature who appears to be imitating humans. He fails horribly in my opinion.

I suppose a story of how my life became this way.

It wasn't long ago when I saw that thing. I was young and foolish back then. I still am that way right now.

I used to watch all sorts of videos with that creature in it. For me it was all fun and games. I thought nothing of all those blogs that claimed that the people in them were being haunted by that creature.

Imagine my surprise when I saw him staring at me from the window. And no, I was not on the second floor like most of those blogs say. I was on the first floor. My house is only one story.

At first, I thought the creature to be some perverted man that got his kicks by staring at young girls while they were asleep. I admit I yelled at it, calling it a pervert. Nothing dramatic happened, but there was a feeling of uneasiness in the air. I then went back to sleep, hiding under the shelter that was my blanket.

Nights like that repeated, and life went on. Unfortunately, my behavior worsen. I believe that creature had some sort of affect on me. I was increasingly paranoid, and very irritable. I would snap at my younger sister whenever she asked to play. It always pained me when I did. I would constantly get in arguments with my parents. My grades were slipping. It wasn't until a few months ago that I decided to run away. It was for the best. I didn't want to get my family hurt, so I ran away. I love them dearly, and I cannot stand it if they were to get hurt because of me.

The audience may be wondering how a young girl such as myself survives living out on the street. Well, I did some things I'm not proud of. Luckily, I have not resorted to prostitution, although, I do know other children that have. They say they hate it, but for some, it's better that dying out on the street.

And yes, I do own a laptop. My grandmother gave it to me, so I didn't steal it. I won't steal things like that, unless I need to.