Saturday, December 1, 2012

I Should Have Posted This Earlier

He had a younger sister. The man that follows me had a younger sister. He said she was a little younger than me, maybe twelve or eleven when she died. He said I remind him so much of her, only she was kinder, and cuter.

She died in a fire. His whole family died in a fire. He stayed at his friends that day. There was a nasty fight between the family members, he said some things he wish he could take back, and he stormed out of the house. She was crying for him to come back. He was gone for a couple of days. Then he got a phone call from his grandparents saying that his family had died in the fire.

When he first told me that he had a sister, the thing that I wanted to say was something about him having some sister-complex. I decided not to.

I still do not know whether I should trust him or not. If what he is saying is true, then I wish there was some way to help him. It probably will never work.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

How the Months Have Past

I still see that man. The one who has been following me from day one. I remember that he always tries to pretend that he doesn't see me, that he is still trying to look for me. Is he even trying to catch me? Just whose side is he on anyways?

He is a really confusing man. He knows where I am at most of the time, yet he refuses to capture me. Is he trying to screw with my mind? He left me some notes. "Run.","He sees you.","HELLO.", and some others. I showed them to Nate. Nate is a little concerned that some man is somehow able to give me these notes despite the fact that we [Nate, Kobalos, and I] keep moving around so much. I believe I have said this once, damn that man is persistent. He is also extremely indecisive  He tells me to run and be careful yet he keeps chasing/stalking me. Then, he still does not do anything other than stand stiffly, staring, and then turning away whenever he sees me. That, or he pretends to look for me.

These types of people confuse me greatly. I never know which side they're on. Is he evil, good, or mixed up and confuse like the rest of us?

Monday, July 23, 2012


As I have wrote in my last post, there was a shoot-out at the motel we were staying at. Let me tell you all how terrible that place was. There was mold in the bathroom, roaches practically every where, stains on the carpet, and much more. One of the bed had a really black stain which I think is either mold, or human feces. None of us slept on that bed.

It was sometime early in the morning when we heard the gun shots. All three of us were still asleep. I was the first to wake up. I woke up Kobalos and Nate. They were a bit bewildered but quickly realized that something was wrong.

Nate rush to the window, Kobalos and I followed. We all looked to see some men firing at eachother. They were shouting but unfortunately, I couldn't understand what they were shouting about. All I heard was drugs. That's all I remember hearing. The men on one side seemed pretty desperate.

"Wh-what should we do?" Kobalos meekly asked. He was shaking really bad, as if those man would turn on us. I was shaking as well, but I tried my best to hide it.

"We can't leave now," Nate answered. He was intently looking at the chaotic scene before him. "If we do, we'll get shot. It's best if we stay put." That's very great thinking Nate.

We all sprinted [okay Kobalos and I sprinted, while Nate just casually walked] to the other side of the room.

I glanced at my fellow companions as we sat on the floor with our backs to the wall. Nate had on a bored/annoyed look on his face. Kobalos had some sort of nervous smile.

Not only did that hotel have prostitutes, it also had a shoot-out. I swear, it's annoying to wake up because the people in the next room a screwing too loudly. It's funny how Kobalos always blushes when ever he hears them. Nate just does a facepalm and tries to go back to sleep. I like to imagine what exactly they're doing, and then torment Kobalos with it. It's hilarious.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Long wait

It's been about a month or so since I last updated/ read all the other blogs. Kobalos and I are pretty far behind on all of this. It's going to take us a while to get caught up, if we ever get caught up. There are more bloggers now, although I have yet to read their story. Some crazy stuff happened, some of it happened to me, and others have happened to Kobalos. And some crazy shit happened to all three of us. I'll talk about my story.
You know that goon I've been writing about? I've seen him, but instead of chasing after me like he usually does, he runs away. That's not the strangest thing that happened to me.

 I was in some park, I wasn't paying attention as to which one, and this business man was there as well. Why would there be a well dress man in a park? I thought. If he wants to be in the park, he should at least were a t-shirt and sweatpants, jeans, or shorts.

He just sat on some worn down bench, occasionally looking to see if anyone was watching him. He didn't notice me. Well, I sure as hell hope he didn't. There is that possibility that he did but allowed me to see.

He opened his mouth like he was a snake, and out came some crow or raven. Then another one came out, and another, and another. There most have been at least twenty of those birds. He got out what I believe to be bird food and fed them. There were a couple of birds that were staring in my direction but did nothing. I tiptoed away for a couple of yards before sprinting away. That was the most insane scene I ever saw.

Just as I was running, I saw heads, children's heads, on the trees. They were hanging from the trees, as if they were some ornament that you put on a Christmas tree. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw that morbid scene. I recognized some of the children. They were street children, so the wouldn't be missed much but still, they do not deserve that type of fate.

I wanted to throw up, but I pushed myself to start running and keep running until I got out of that hellish place. I threw up once I got back to some shoddy motel we were staying at. I told them that I saw something disgusting at the park. I didn't tell them what exactly I saw.

There was also a shootout at one of the hotels we were staying at. I will write about that in my next post.

Sunday, June 10, 2012


It is extremely hard to follow that boy. Extremely hard. Every single time I follow him he manages to get away.

It is very annoying.

Where the hell does he go? I fear for that boy. What if he gets himself killed? I feel like a mother when it comes to him. I'm younger than him! I'll be fourteen next week. I wonder if they know.

Not much has happened, excluding Kobalos's long walks and that damn goon.

Well, at least Kobalos is doing better than before. He's actually joking around now.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

My Little Run in With The Goon

It was like any other day that I ran into him. I was out "shopping" yesterday and after I was done, I thought it would be a good idea to take a short cut through the alley. Now, I am not afraid of some dark alley. They are actually rather comforting, especially when no one else is in them.

I don't know how but somehow the goon had manage to appear right before me. I tried to scream but he put his hand on my mouth and shoved me to the wall.

"Be quiet," he hissed. Not like I could talk with his hand over my mouth. He was wearing some sort of mask. I think it could have been a hockey mask. He was also wearing a black hoody.

I glared at him with as much hate as I can.

"Don't look at me like that," he commanded. "Don't you dare look at me like that. Wipe that look off you pretty face."

My expression change from hatred to that of confusion and disgust. The only thing that ran through my head was "I'm too young for him."

A long awkward pause followed soon afterwards.

"How do I say this? If you run into me again, no if you see me again run the other way. I'll give you a head start," he said. "Also, be more careful with the Big Guy."

It's not like I've been doing that for the past couple of months.

And then he left. Wow. Never before has this ever happened to me. Never.

I do wonder why the goon would tell me such things. Should I trust him? Why is he working for that monster? I guess I will never understand people like him. At least he wasn't too cryptic.

Monday, April 16, 2012


Why is that same goon still following me? Whenever I see the Imitator, and even when I don't see Him, there is always that same goon. Doesn't he have have anyone else to stalk?

Kobalos is banging his head against the wall. He's been acting like that ever since he saw that terrible creature. He was finally getting better. Did I mention how much I hate the boogeyman? I hate Him so much.

I guess I should tell the audience what the letter said. It just told me to be more careful next time. Why would that goon tell me something like that. I can tell that he wrote it because I recognize the handwriting from all the other threatening letters I have recieved from the goon. Oh, and he also wrote that next time, his master might not be easy on me or my friends. Gee, thanks for the warning. It's not like I didn't know that.

I wish Kobalos would stop banging his head on the wall, and coughing...

Shit. Erratic behavior, coughing. That must mean that he is near. That quick? I hope He's not after us. We can't leave now because we just got here, and Nate needs to get more money for gas. Gas is really expensive.

Maybe, just maybe, Kobalos's erratic behavior is due to having seen Him. He tends to have that effect on people. I really hope that's the case. I also hope that Kobalos would stop hurting himself like that. I think Nate is going to stop Kobalos right now.

"Stop it," he tells Kobalos.

Kobalos looks up and immediately stops. Wow, that was quick. "I'm...s..orry," he mumbles.

Now he's just staring at the TV. There's nothing on it, so I turn it on for him. I really wish he would start writing for his blog, but I don't see him doing so in the near future. It is tiring for me to be the only one who writes for this group.

"Hey Nate! Why don't you make a blog?" I ask him in a joking manner.

"I don't see a point," as blunt as always.

Sigh...I hope that our days will get better.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Be Careful of What You Wish For

I guess I should be a bit more careful. A few days ago I noticed that Kobalos was staring intently at the window. Since he normally does that, I ignored it. He just stared and stared and stared. I, finally getting curious and a bit annoyed by his excessive silence, asked him what he was looking at. No answer from him. I looked at the window and the boogey man was there. It looked like he was smiling, taunting me. It was as if He knew. What He knew, I don't know. The Imitator tilted His head and stared.

I quickly yanked Kobalos off the bed. He stumbled for a bit before following my lead. I had to drag him because he wasn't moving fast enough. When I glance back at the window, the boogeyman wasn't there. He just was not there, like he never been there before. I woke up Nate and told him what happened. He told to let it wait for the next day. Well we left the hotel and went to another one.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Uneventful Days

He is still after me. Damn persistent goon. I keep thinking to myself when is he going to catch me?. Maybe it would be better if he caught me. That way, it would be over with. Damn, why the hell did I have to get attached to those two bozos?

We've been laying low for now. Nate is being himself. He does some odd jobs to support us, while I steal food to support us in a very quick way. Kobalos is still in his state of shock, although he does seem like he is getting better. A little by little. He's still not eating right. Honestly, I really hope that him getting better isn't a false hope, and that he doesn't take a turn for the worse. I would hate to spoon feed him.

I wish something much more interesting would happen. It really is starting to boring being on the run and hiding. Hide and Seek. That's the game we're play. Only, if we get caught, we'll die or worse.

I named to doll Anne. She keeps me some company. Especially when the boys are too busy. Nate with working, and Kobalos with sleeping or staring at the wall for twenty or so minutes. He does speak to me a little bit, but most of the time he's by himself. Nate on the other hand can be a little too cold, and he does seem like the loner type. Although, I think he secretly enjoys our company. Well, whatever company we can offer. As they say, "Beggars can't be choosers."

Oh yeah, Early Happy Easter for those who celebrate it.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012


If one could call what happened to Kobalos's family a disappointment. Hmph! I wonder what it could be called though. Fucked up is the only thing I could think of.

At least he was lucky enough not to see it. There was so much blood. Why do people have to bleed so much?

I still have that damn doll. The one with the red hair and all that.

He's still a bit unresponsive. He refuses to eat, he rarely gets out of bed, and he just stares. He won't even cry. Whenever I try to talk to him, he just smiles. He won't say anything but he smiles. Why is he smiling? He should be crying, screaming.

Nate should have told him. He should have saved the boy the trouble instead of making Kobalos hope. He had hoped too much and now he's like this. Hope is a dangerous thing. If one hopes too much, they're the one's who are hurt more.

And I'm so stupid because I hope. I hope to see my family. I don't want them to be dead before I see them. I don't. They don't deserve to day. None of them deserved to die. It's not fair. Damn those creatures. Those monsters. Damn them all.

His arms were so bloody when we got to him. He was scratching one while he typed I believe. Actually, I think he was scratching them before the post.

It is not fair. We're only children. Why did They choose to target us?

And I think the goon has found me again. I saw him while walking.

How? Why can't he just leave me alone? Pathetic excuse for a human. I wish he would just go away. I wish the slender man would go away but that won't ever happen.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Pit Stop

Kobalos's should be back home any day now. Right now we're at another hotel. I decided to go with them. It's another new city for me to see, and it will keep that goon away. I haven't seen him in such a long time. I can't say I miss him.

I think am going to miss Kobalos. I hope he visits me like he promised. Dear me, I forgot to link his blog. Unfortunately, the idiot has not even bother to follow me. Well, here it is.

I wonder if I would be able to go back to my family.

Maybe, just maybe, everything will turn out all right and I will be able to go home. There will be no more monsters, no more goons, just family and love and hope and all that. I admit, that dream does seem a little silly and stupid. It probably won't ever happen.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Week One

It was an okay week. I cannot actually believe that I had to teach someone older than me to steal. It really is sad.

So many monsters to learn about, so little time. Yes, I am aware of these creatures you people call the Fears. Truthfully, I have been knowing about some of them. Especially when it comes to the Empty City, and the Choir, which is because of Proxiehunter. I knew about the City because of some blog that I have read. I really need to catch up on that blog. I also knew of the Smiling Man because of an other blog.

I never really mentioned it because I didn't pay much attention to it. Hello, I was too busy surriving.

Nate has met with the Cold Boy before, or as he likes to call it, "That creepy kid that sings nursery rhymes." An overly long line I must confess, but it did make me giggle.

He also seems to have some problems with the City. Why has it chosen him as its victim? There are plenty of other people out there.

Kobalos on the other hand also has some problems with two other creatures.

There's the Rake. He confided in me and told me about it. He told me how the Rake used to haunt him when he was a child. It apparently killed off a couple of people, including his counselor, but it spared him. Again I ask, "Why?" It must have had some reason to spare him.

Then there's the Blind Man or "Gramps". There's not much to say about that guy. He just makes you forget. If you ask me, I think that's a crummy power.Well, I used to think that. It has the power to make people forget about you. Worse yet, it makes you forget you, and maybe you'll notice, maybe you won't. I can't decide what's worse.

Why is he staying with his kidnapper? It seems like a case of Stockholm Syndrom to me.

Where does he go when he goes out for his walks? I think it's a little bit suscpicious.

He also has a hard time talking to me without stumbling over his words or blushing.

I need to go to bed right now.

This is my post for the week. Woo.


Saturday, January 28, 2012

An Interesting Event.

The masked goon has approached me again.

I was sitting on the hard concrete sidewalk, with my back up against the store wall. I had noticed a presence but had said nothing. I waited for the person to announce themself. I waited and waited, until that person finally managed to get out a mumbled hello.

He sat right beside me. I pushed myself up. He got up as well.

"What do you want?" I asked. I admit, I was kind of harsh. I blame my period.

"I'm Kobalos and you, um, kicked me in the shin," he said softly.

It was then that I knew I had to get away from him. I turned around to run, but he grabbed a hold of my wrist.

"Please," he pleaded, "don't leave. I don't want to hurt you."

I clawed at his arm. He winced in pain, but still would not let me go.

"Let me go," I screamed at him, hoping one of the people walking on the streets would care to notice. Ha, what a useless thing to hope. Of course they don't care about a filthy street-rat.

"Please, just listen," his voice was strained.

"Why should I?"

"We're alike," his posture was hunched. He looked at me with unsure eyes.

"How the hell are we alike?" I snapped. How the hell can I be like one of those people?

"We both deal with those creatures."

"Yeah, I run and you chase. Although, I never heard of a goon quite as young as you," I told him.

"I'm not a proxy," he said.

"Then why were you following me and wearing a mask?"

"I'm very eccentric and I was concerned for your safety. You can join us if you want. I mean, it's probably best if you do. We can help you, and there's safety in numbers." He then muttered to himself, "The masked looked cool."

"Fine, I'll join you. But, if I find out that you were lying to me, you will regret it. Am I clear?" The look on his face was priceless.

He led me to his base, not bothering to make a conversation. His face was downcast. He held my wrist tightly in his hands, afraid to let go.

I kicked some soda cans to entertain myself.

The people passing by gave us two a glance but turned their heads away and went on with their exsistance.

At last, he led me to a motel room. He got out a key and unlocked the door.

"Nate, I brought someone with me," he called out.

A unshaven man came out of the bathroom. I hoped he washed his hands.

"I'm Nate," he said bluntly.

"I know that already," I replied in the same tone as him. He smirked for a bit but then went back to his normal neutral expression.

"You can sleep on the floor, or if Kobalos is generous, you can sleep on his bed," he told me.

I then talked to Nate. Our conversation consisted of meaningless things, so I won't bother putting them on here.  Kobalos turned on the tele to watch some movies on AMC.

These people don't seem that bad. I might enjoy my stay here.


Someone has found me. A masked goon that is. He was different from those previous goons. He was also a bit on the short side.

I did not want to risk being captured, so I kicked the masked goon in the shins. He fell hard onto the ground, holding his injured shins in his hands.

Are all masked goons so easily beaten? Please tell me they're not.

I walked away from the masked goon. He was incapacitated, so I needn't worry.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012


Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Other than Him being around children in the park, things have been pretty good. Although, I doubt things will be good for those children in the near future. I mean they just met what others call the Slender Man. This is probably not the last time they are going to meet Him.

Oh, about that. He just stood there, right near the children as they played around him, and then he just disappeared. He was there one second and the next gone. Not even a poof. Some of the children looked bewildered but they continued with their play. Afterward, the parents came to pick up the children.

The Return of the Faceless Imitator

I can see Him. Why? Why on Earth would He be surrounding himself with school aged children in the middle of some park? Oh, He's the creature that represents parents' fear of some stranger taking their children away, never to be seen again. That's a lie. The never to be seen again part I mean. Sometimes, the children are found way up in the trees. In body bags. Sometimes, they're not in body bags. Either way, the child is dead. With their organs strewn upon the ground. Just like the organs of that house, and the dog inside the woman's st must not think about that.

I must keep watch on the children. I must make sure that nothing bad happens.

If anything happens, I will post it.

Monday, January 23, 2012


How long have I been living on this street? I'd say a couple of months. I lost track of time while out here on the streets. It's so cold out here. Wretched winter weather. I have always wanted to say that. Winter was never my favorite season. It's too cold. With autumn, I could at least tolerate the temperature. With winter I cannot. I really cannot wait until spring. It used to be summer in which I was excited about but since I no longer go to school, I no longer have to wait until summer to get out.

I remember this one summer vacation. My parents took my younger sister and I to Disneyland. It was wonderful. I must have been ten when we went there. Magical.

Enough of that. I have to keep moving. It's unwise, unsafe to stay in one place for too long. I can see that damn goon looking at me from the distance. I'm pretty sure that he is the same one from before. The clothes seem familiar. I must now leave and lose myself in the crowd.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Freaking Goons/Proxies

He's still after me. Didn't he already take what he needed when he first got to me? Please don't tell me he messed up. If so, than that is just sad.

Geez, why must he be so incompetent? I know I should be more thankful but it's just so sad.

Saturday, January 21, 2012


It is so cold outside. I need to find some shelter. If I cannot find any shelter, then I need to get a better coat. And some weapons. I only have a few knives. I want to get a small club or something like that. I could also use a flashlight. I know I am too young to own a gun. Also, guns are very noisy.

What else do I need? I will figure that out once I get there.

Food seems like something I need, and maybe some bottle water. I do need some money.


I kind of miss Matt right now. It was so sweet of him to offer me his unfitting jacket.

I miss my family. Every time I think of them, I get a sense of nostalgia and I just want to go back to them. I want to forget about the Imitator, forget about all the horrors that were caused by Him. I want to be in my parents' arm and I want to hold my sister and say that I am never ever going to leave again. Yet I know that if I were to do that, great harm will come to the ones I love. That is why I chose the path of the Runner. That is until I get older and become more of a Fighter. I sort of want to grow up faster so I can become a more efficient Fighter.

Well, I am going on a little “shopping” spree.

Friday, January 20, 2012

I have finally found a house and have taken a shower. I also cooked myself something to eat. It was chicken flavored raman. I took some of their fruits, and other packages of food. Like Twinkies and such. I love Twinkies so much. I do not care if they are unhealththy, they are delicious.

I believe I have to get going lest I get caught breaking and entering.

Sunday, January 15, 2012


I can still see them. That family. The horrid scene has been etched into my mind's eye, so whenever I close my physical eyes all I ever see is that wretched scene. It haunts me in my sleep.

How can anyone be so cruel as to kill, no torture a family to death? Those sick bastards. I doubt there was only one person who committed the crime. It seems like a group of people work together. I wonder if the police have gotten involved yet.

About where I am at; I am at some town of some sorts. It is unimportant. People have been giving me looks whenever I walk pass them. I see older teenage girls pointing at me and whispering to each other. I heard one saying how awful I smell and how I must be one of those street sluts. I wanted to slam my backpack into her face. I wanted to see her face on the ground, bloodied. Trust me, but instead I ignored her and continued walking. This isn't the first time I heard comments like these. I was even thought to be some drug addict. People.

I really need to find a place to clean myself up. It's a lot easier to steal food when you're clean. If you're dirty and such, people assume that you are there to steal. Remember audience, cleanliness/beauty equals goodness, while dirtiness/ugliness equals evilness.

I hope that the next house I find doesn't have dead people in it. In fact, I rather it to be vacant, except for food. I'm hungry.

Geez, the library is going to close soon. At least I got to charge my laptop.