I was going to go straight for Fracture's loop. Pick up Em, see my boyfriend, have a serious conversation with a pre teen psychopath. But I found myself in Ohio.
I grew up there.
Not that I knew it was Ohio at the time. I didn't get out much. Which in this context means 'I was locked in a basement'. But every once in a while, that basement calls me home.
I can't tell you why I do this. I went through so much pain when I was there. But part of it will always be, I don't know. Home I guess.
Except I noticed something this time. On the top floors and at the basement entrance there are markings. They are faint, hard to spot. I only noticed at all because I had been staring at the door for a very long time (please don't ask).
I don't know if I'm being paranoid, but I think I'm going to look into them.
I had always thought that Dubois was just a nutcase. But maybe there was something else going on.
I don't know if that would make it better or worse.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
The Elephant in the room
Has anyone ever wondered how that phrase started?
Did someone actually put an elephant in a room or something? I admit, I'd pay to see that.
But I mentioned that I have left Em and Ryan and started traveling on my own. No one's asked about it, in which I'm grateful. But I imagine some of you have been wondering why. And while I have contemplated whether or not I wanted to tell anyone, I have decided to come out with it.
I'm being haunted.
All right, so that's a fairly melodramatic way of putting it. But it's sort of what's going on. A few days after Ryan was once again Lost, I woke up to see a familiar figure in my bed. I figured it was just one of those trick dreams. The kind where you think you're awake even though you're not. But I didn't wake up again, and the figure spoke.
"Hello Darling. Did you miss me?"
Nightscream stood there, the bladed gauntlet on his hand making tapping noises against a nearby nightstand. He looked just like I remembered him. Well, how I remembered him before Redlight got inside his head and brought low the strongest of all of us.
No one is immune to this world.
At this point, I really did think I was dreaming. I told the figure of Nightscream as much, and proceeded to try and ignore him until I would finally snap out of it. But everything felt too real. Dreams never get sensations quite right. It always feels like an approximation of a sense. But I could hear the wind blow through the flimsy window. I had to squint my eyes due to the low light. And when Nightscream used his gauntlet to raise my chin and lock our eyes I could feel the cold hard steel just as well as everything else.
Nightscream did have the courtesy to explain it to me. He wasn't a dream. More like a hallucination. A "gift" from the Slender Man. Although as time has dragged on, a hallucination is perhaps not the right word for it. He is in my head, and only I can see, hear, feel him.
But he is not Nightscream as only I would see him. He has not been drawn merely from my own head but from so many sources that it is almost a perfect copy. He is Nightscream. And he is alive.
I have spent... months. With him by my side. It is terrifying how much I long for good conversation and the simple warmth of being near another human being.
That is what I am being offered. An eternal companion. Someone who cannot die, who will not leave. A challenge and an equal and a chance to make right one of my greatest mistakes.
All I had to do was come back. Stop running and serve Him once more.
I have yet to make a decision. Even now Nightscream sits by my side, chiding me gently. Trying to hide his fear.
Believe me, as nontraditional as it may be, this Nightscream is alive. And if I refuse this offer... I will once again be responsible for his death.
You know, when I first left the Slender Man, I had always intended on coming back. I just needed to figure out who I was. Find a new reason to serve.
But I still haven't found it. Often I find reasons to oppose him, even when he offers such tempting rewards with such devastating consequences of refusal.
But I can't stay in limbo any more. As pleasant as it is.
I'm sorry Nightscream.
Did someone actually put an elephant in a room or something? I admit, I'd pay to see that.
But I mentioned that I have left Em and Ryan and started traveling on my own. No one's asked about it, in which I'm grateful. But I imagine some of you have been wondering why. And while I have contemplated whether or not I wanted to tell anyone, I have decided to come out with it.
I'm being haunted.
All right, so that's a fairly melodramatic way of putting it. But it's sort of what's going on. A few days after Ryan was once again Lost, I woke up to see a familiar figure in my bed. I figured it was just one of those trick dreams. The kind where you think you're awake even though you're not. But I didn't wake up again, and the figure spoke.
"Hello Darling. Did you miss me?"
Nightscream stood there, the bladed gauntlet on his hand making tapping noises against a nearby nightstand. He looked just like I remembered him. Well, how I remembered him before Redlight got inside his head and brought low the strongest of all of us.
No one is immune to this world.
At this point, I really did think I was dreaming. I told the figure of Nightscream as much, and proceeded to try and ignore him until I would finally snap out of it. But everything felt too real. Dreams never get sensations quite right. It always feels like an approximation of a sense. But I could hear the wind blow through the flimsy window. I had to squint my eyes due to the low light. And when Nightscream used his gauntlet to raise my chin and lock our eyes I could feel the cold hard steel just as well as everything else.
Nightscream did have the courtesy to explain it to me. He wasn't a dream. More like a hallucination. A "gift" from the Slender Man. Although as time has dragged on, a hallucination is perhaps not the right word for it. He is in my head, and only I can see, hear, feel him.
But he is not Nightscream as only I would see him. He has not been drawn merely from my own head but from so many sources that it is almost a perfect copy. He is Nightscream. And he is alive.
I have spent... months. With him by my side. It is terrifying how much I long for good conversation and the simple warmth of being near another human being.
That is what I am being offered. An eternal companion. Someone who cannot die, who will not leave. A challenge and an equal and a chance to make right one of my greatest mistakes.
All I had to do was come back. Stop running and serve Him once more.
I have yet to make a decision. Even now Nightscream sits by my side, chiding me gently. Trying to hide his fear.
Believe me, as nontraditional as it may be, this Nightscream is alive. And if I refuse this offer... I will once again be responsible for his death.
You know, when I first left the Slender Man, I had always intended on coming back. I just needed to figure out who I was. Find a new reason to serve.
But I still haven't found it. Often I find reasons to oppose him, even when he offers such tempting rewards with such devastating consequences of refusal.
But I can't stay in limbo any more. As pleasant as it is.
I'm sorry Nightscream.
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