I apologize for that last post. And any emotions it caused anyone one way or another. It was a false alarm. Sort of. Well, it was a false alarm in the way that I didn't kill anyone.
Though I probably should have.
Ryan's been getting gradually more and more withdrawn. He doesn't tell me of course, but I can tell that sometimes he doesn't know how he got one place or another. He's losing time at an increasing rate. There's only one thing that could have happened when he was alone with the slender man. And there's only one way to stop it.
I tried to yesterday of course. But this weird new thing called a conscience stopped me at the last minute. So this tells me a few things about myself and my situation. Mostly that I have changed.
Into a fucking pussy.
Of course He would find a way to make me feel like crap about myself regardless which way I chose.
So here I am, with a man whose soul is being sucked out sitting in my back seat.
And as smart as it would be, I just cannot let him die.
So, I suppose this is a good time to ask for suggestions.