Looks like I'll be hunting the Morning Hunter

It looks like there are new players in the game since Gavrilla died.

It's been a year. I'm unsurprised.

This throws a wrench in everything, though. First all of her old friends are dead, and now there's more monsters to fight.

The first thing I need to do is get info on this Morningstar guy, though. It looks like he's lost his blogger account though and that he's a shell of what he used to be. I need to find him, though. He knew Gavrilla, and he's one of the few living people who did.

So, does anyone here know how a fourteen-year-old can get her hands on deadly weapons? The recent events in Aurora might make it a little hard.

Oops, parents are coming. I can't risk them finding out. Gotta go.

-V

A New Beginning?

Hi. I'm V. Gavrilla's sister.

I guess you guys know her as Dante.

She had a post about me, a long time ago. You guys were wrong. My friend really was addicted to cocaine. What kind of thirteen-year-old is addicted to cocaine?

Anyway. We recently found Gavrilla's body. Shot to the head... But it wasn't like how she said. She said she shot herself. But she couldn't have. She was shot executioner-style. The bullet entered the back of her head.

The reason I found this was because I remembered that she had a blogspot. She didn't have a smartphone so she used her laptop to post, and I saw her posting once right before I bugged her to play chess. There's a post about that, too... I remembered it. After we found her body. So I looked it up and found this.

I knew Gavrilla well enough to figure this shit out. It was a bit hard, but I managed it. I read through the posts.

Why was I such a brat the last time I saw her? I wish I could go back and change that... I should have been a better sister.

I want to interrogate everyone who had ever spoken to her, but most of them are dead. Or crazy. I want her back...

It looks like this Slender Man shit is real, judging by, well, everything... But I have to avenge my sister. I can't let what happened to her go unpunished. I have to bring the Slender Man down.

-V

Before I Slip Away

Friends, Romans, countrymen:

I've just shot myself. I'm sick of running. Sick of hiding. Sick of living like this, being hunted down like an animal, not even having enough time to update this damn blog. By the time you read this, I'll certainly be dead.

But worry not: You'll hear from me soon.

Regards,
Dante

A Brief Moment of Relaxation

Ever met someone from the blogosphere in real life outside of a dangerous situation?

In a strange twist of fate I ended up on Omega's doorstep. Yep. That Omega. The one who writes the encyclopedia about Slender Man. Prior to what I would have thought, he does not look like a drug dealer, although when I asked him if he deals meth he began acting sketchy.

Oh well. If he wants to deal meth, that is his business.

He ended up letting me stay with him for a day, which was pretty nice, for a drug dealer. We ended up having a good-old Texas-style BBQ. You wouldn't expect it, but Omega's pretty good at cooking. Pork sandwiches, ribs, beans, and all.

...When did I say I keep kosher? Because if I did, I was totally lying. I'm a Texan, dammit.

It was really nice, taking a break from the Running and hiding and worrying about proxies like Morningstar and Ferus. It was just us, eating BBQ and playing video games and laughing like the Slender Man never existed and like we weren't doomed to die.

It was nice, taking a breather. I wish things like this happened more often.

But I'm back on the road again, trying my best to avoid proxy creeps like certain ones who follow this blog. I envy Henry.

He managed to get away.

Convictions Are More Dangerous Foes

"Why do they wear those masks? Maybe there's a part of them that remembers how they used to be, how they used to look. And they're ashamed." -Atlas, Bioshock


Masks always looked strange to me. I remember reading how Jekyll recommended that runners wear masks, how Maduin wears that weird rabbit mask... The rabbit mask reminds me of Sander Cohen.

Sometimes I wonder how we can trust these people when they hide behind masks. But then again, who else can we trust?

Human nature is a funny thing.

Regards,
Dante


P.S. Dallas' heat index is terrible, about as terrible as the city. I'd avoid going there anytime soon, runners who happen to be in Texas.

Caught in a Landslide

I'm... I'm still alive. I don't know how or anything but I'm still alive and I guess if there's one thing I've done this entire fucking time it's survive.

I'm leaving Corpus Christi. Not telling you all where I'm going; it's too risky and I put myself and more importantly other people in danger the last time I said where I was going... Like all those people except I don't want to think about that right now. So I'm taking Glass' advice and getting the fuck out of here.

I might as well tell you guys what hapepned because it's scaring the fucking shit out of me and who knows,, maybe someone can help.

The power went out, like I said, but it shoudln't have been that dark... Not so early in the evening. I grabbed a flashlight because I figured if I'm going to die I might as well know just what killed me- If it was a proxy who just cut the wires in the hotel, or if it was the Slender Man himself. I felt a migraine coming on and I just wanted to lie down and hide under the covers and sleep, but that wasn't an option. I wasn't gonna die a coward. Not this time.

I grabbed the knife I keep on my desk since I lost my gun and wandered out into the hallway. The power was out in there, too. I continued walking and went down the stairs, figuring that if it was a coincidence which of course it probably wasn't I might as well try to fix what had happened.

As I wlaked down the stairs I realized that the staircase wasn't this long. It's not exactly a big building... Of course,like any normal person, I kind of freaked out, but continued walking. I wasn't... I wasn't gonna die a coward.

So I kept walking, like any crazy person would.

...Finally, I got sick of walking. It was taking too long and this was horrible and I could tell he was just messing with me and that if he had a mouth he'd be grinning like a cheshire cat. So I did the logical thing: I jumped off the stairs.

Yes. I hopped over the railing. I figured I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well.

It wasn't too far down, actually, although I did knock the wind out of myself for a second. That was... Unpleasant, the feeling of not being able to breathe. I crawled to my knees and realized I'd broken my flashlight during the fall. I lost my knife somewhere during the fall, too...

The lights flickered on. He was standing there, staring at me with his blank no-face and I could only stare back. I felt sick and drawn towards him and I don't even know but I threw up and those tentacles came out and the room went dark again.

That's all I remember. I think I passed out... I dunno. I woke up in my room, as though I'd been taking a nap or something. My knife was back on my desk where I'd left it, as well as my flashlight which happened to work. At first I thought I'd been dreaming the entire time except then I logged on to blogger and saw that I really had posted.

This is... Disconcerting. I don't understand any of it. Was it reality, or was it just a dream? I hope it was the latter...

Regards,
Dante

P.S. Ferus: Fuck you.

Halfway There

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I got a virus on my computer, which deleted system32. Yep. So I had to go and fix that by myself because I've been paranoid of leaving my room ever since Morningstar came here...

I can see how a virus could get past my antivirus because that happens quite frequently, but I do regular Process Explorer checks to see if there's anything sketchy on my computer. Hmm... I don't like it, anyway. It doesn't mean that Murphy and Morgan are behind it, but random virus attacks in the middle of a slenderstalking are weird.

Anyway, I've mostly been holed up in here, trying to avoid the outside world. I wonder if I'm going crazy.

...shit. The power just went out. If I don't respond within a week, well.

Regards,
Dante