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.

Letters

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.

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.

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.

Disappointment

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.

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.

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.

Goodnight.