Merry fucking Christmas, Pennsylvania. Least I've got a couple friends up here.

Had an awkward conversation with my parents and sister over the phone. That was something I never want to do again. At least it's over now.

I wish that my life was back to normal. Is that too much to ask for Christmas? How about New Year's? Or my birthday?

It's all too much right now. Even Defiled Shepherd is telling me to fall off the grid and just try to stop thinking about all of this, and her first response is usually "let me take over and kill them."

At least I can get writing again. I really missed it. Not too far along, but I have enough ideas to keep the plot moving. No chance of me graduating high school right now, after missing more than two weeks of it, including finals week, so I've got plenty of time.

Don't expect another post for a while. Part of falling off the grid.

See ya eventually.

Hope I'm sane by then.

NY airport tkn
running
update ltr

HE was here. About thirty, maybe forty yards from my window. It was hours ago, I waited until I was calmed down some before making this post.

My plane leaves tomorrow. It's not going to go straight to Cali, though; I have to make a quick stop over in New York, security issues and such.

On the bright side, I've continued my research into the Slender Man. That's probably why he showed up today. Don't really see why, though. Everything I've got has proved inconclusive.

The lost colony of Roanoke? I can't find enough on it to confirm anything whatsoever, and haven't gotten another flesh memory since my first one.

The World Tree Yggdrasil? I can't find anything relevant to the original myths.

How about Loki? If it is him, we're screwed, but I can't find anything that says whether it is or isn't.

Der Grosse Man? I still cannot find that myth that I read about him once, but it freaked the hell out of me once I realized that it was just gone. It doesn't exist on the internet anymore.

The Fae of Celtic mythos? I still haven't looked too deeply into this, but I couldn't find anything too close with a surface glance.

I don't remember if I ever told you of why I think Loki could be the Slender Man. According to the ancient myths, Loki killed Baldr, and ended up chained inside of the earth with a serpent dripping venom on him. The venom could have devolved his features and shapeshifting abilities to what we see on the Slender Man. Loki would only be freed when Ragnarok, the end of the world, was very close.

According to the same myths, Ragnarok would a flooding of the world that leaves only a pair of humans, one man and one woman, alive. If Slendy is actually Loki, we are so screwed.

He's back.

DS here. I finished decoding Josh's last message.

We are done you maz return.

Something must have gotten scrambled somewhere.

I actually finished a few days ago, but Patrick wouldn't give me enough time to make a post. However, now that we have that message, I managed to convince him to return back to his home, to California.

Just in time for the holiday humans call Christmas, no? Now, I think Patrick has something to say to you all.

Hey. It's me. Patrick. I'm sorry for getting so obsessed with my research. It's just... well, I want, no, need to learn about these things.

And now, for the fruits of my endeavors and what they mean to everyone.

First off, the book has a complete listing of all prophecies made in regards to the three Shepherds of the Lost: the Shepherd of the Dead, who is presumed to be deceased and has been missing for thousands of years besides; the Shepherd of the Defiled, who has the fewest prophecies and has the most variables associated with them; and the Shepherd of the Damned, the one who will lead the spirits and demons during the fall of the devils.

Only one thing is known for certain about the Shepherd of the Defiled: he or she is alive, now. I ask you to do me a favor, not so that I may repay it in kind, but so that, after this disaster, this war, is over, we may be able to survive as humankind.

I ask you to devote anything you can to searching for the Shepherd of the Defiled, and, if found, to keep him or her alive.

Here is one of the few prophecies that I have managed to translate completely. I called in a few too many favors for my liking to get this done, but the long term benefits far outweigh my own personal losses.

"The Shepherd of the Defiled shall be one who has never been dead, never been damned, never been contained. The Shepherd shall be made in the century of twenty-one by human definition. Fire shall spring forth when the Shepherd of the Defiled is named, and the heavens themselves shall answer the call of the Defiled."

Good luck, everyone. I'm getting on a plane in a few days.

BOOK!

This book is incredible! I'm only a few pages in, but it already is listing a large number of the demon clans, devil types, and it even talks about the society of spirits!

I might drop off the face of the earth for a while; not literally, but I just want to keep translating this thing. Who knows? I might find something relating to Slender Man in it.

As for Araxor's last post, I still haven't finished decoding it yet. All I've got so far is a translation from binary.

The book just keeps pul

DS here. The halfling left halfway through writing this three hours ago. He let me take over so that he can continue to translate while I eat for him. The things I do for his selfish hopes.

He doesn't really want to say it, but, even though he wants to be ordinary, even though he wants to be just like every normal human in this world, he knows that he is going to have to be extraordinary in the future. He doesn't want to be, and he would rather have someone else claim the glory.

He doesn't even know I'm typing this right now, the stubborn halfing. He's too focused on translating the book that someone threw at him in the hopes that he won't have to be more than others.

I honestly have no idea why that is. Everyone else I have ever known has wanted to be better than everyone else. Patrick is content being common!

The only reason I'm still helping him is because that book contains answers to who I am. I don't remember anything about myself; my past, my name, even what type of being I am!

I just hope the halfling can speed this the Hell up; at the rate he's going, it'll be months before he finds anything of any use.

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DS here. I must say, the halfling is really quite shy. When he saw that the main interrogator was to be a fairly attractive woman who seemed only slightly older than him, he downright panicked and all but forced me to take over.

The girl he was infatuated with went by Hermione, and the older one called herself Ursula. Hermione had blonde hair, blue eyes, was thin at the waist, and was about 5'9", making her a few inches taller than the halfling. Her elder, Ursula, had hazel eyes, pale skin, and ginger hair. I'd put her at about 5'8".

Ursula was rather cold and monotonous, so I lost interest in her too quickly in order to focus on Hermione. Just to mess with my halfling, I was a bit too friendly.

I flirted with the witch while she interrogated me. Patrick mentally roughed me up once the questions were over and done with. I must say, the halfling is rather adamant about this issue. I can't really see why, but he has remarkable control over his own mind.

While I was being questioned, and my efforts at flirting ignored and rebuked (been too long since I could woo a woman), Ursula was going through the hotel room, touching pretty much everything. She frowned when she touched the laptop, at which I nearly laughed. The woman was doing something to gauge residual emotion in the things she touched.

Poor halfling never had a girlfrien

That's enough from you, DS. I'll take over from here.

FUCK YOU SLENDY.

Okay, now I'm pissed. I can't even fucking delete the shit that DS wrote above. Damn fucking bastard.

Okay, apparently "he" is actually a "she". Now I am incredibly disturbed that I have a woman in my head. Well, she must be getting some pretty strange vibes up their from time to time... Ew. Stop doing that in there. Because it's my head, that's why.

Oh, erm... whoops?

Most of what she said above was true. I can't speak on some of the details, though; my memory is like a sieve; it lets some stuff out and keeps some in. There were, however, a couple of details she missed.

1: What the interrogation was actually about. Some people have been found dead nearby. Some native Englishmen, others foreigners and immigrants. The only thing that they all had in common was the hooded sweaters they were all wearing. Black, and with an operator symbol drawn with red on the back of it. Some had used electrical tape, some had used paint, some had used what had seemed to be blood.

2: Hermione had witch magic. Now, I'm no expert on that form of human magic, but I don't think that witches are common. DS doesn't even know what a witch is, from what she just said in my head.

3: Ursula had some sort of psychic talent that I've never seen before. She was gleaning emotional residue from anything she touched, and went out of her way to not touch things she didn't need to. She also never spoke during the entire process.

4: Doesn't have anything to do with the interrogation, but it still is something DS didn't notice. I really should get some new clothes soon; the ones I'm wearing need to be washed really soon.

Who needs sleep, anyways?

Defiled Shepherd managed to keep me up half the night with constant chatter in my head and by going through my memories. He is very talkative and inquisitive.

Oh, and he can give me headaches when I badmouth him. Really not liking that right now.

I managed to get a good 3 hours of sleep before saying "fuck it" and downing some caffeine.

On a slightly less personal matter, some people are going through the hotel asking people questions. I don't know about what, yet, but apparently at least one of them is MI6.

I've got a bad feeling that I might need to let Defiled Shepherd take control for a little while soon.

I've got maybe five, ten minutes before they knock on my door.

I'll post another update once I find out what they want and why they're here, if I can.

We have come to an agreement. The Hopper [Defiled Shepherd] shall merge itself with the blogger [housecat94]. The Hopper shall be granted access to approximately thirty percent of the blogger's mental processing capabilities, spiking to approximately seventy percent of the blogger's mental processing capabilities when the blogger feels that the Hopper should be granted freedom of movement. This deal shall be in effect until one or both parties makes the decision to eject the Hopper from the blogger's body.

This is a mutual agreement between the two of us. I just have to meld with his current [host]. Wish me luck!

Never before have I been so happy to get a voice in my head. Mostly because it has never happened before.

Defiled Shepherd

Two things.

1: It seems that Slendy didn't send a dozen proxies, three Agents, and a Neo-Revenant after me in California. The presence of just 1 proxy here seems to tell me that he had a different objective back at my home; he was just trying to kill two birds with one stone.

1b: I call it a Neo-Revenant because of the fact that it didn't have the "superpowers" that the Revenant's recorded in various blogs had. No hyperstrength, no superspeed. What it did have was a portion of Slendy's mental magic.

2: I'm going to try to sketch out a deal with Defiled Shepherd. See if I can get him to fight in my defense while I continue my research. Might require some intense negotiations on my part. Or none at all. He's a mask, I can offer him a body for short amounts of time; I believe I have the advantage.

See ya when I finish.

the young one needs to keep hIs mouth shut better. he might be Able to stop using Me then.

only one this Time. tHat onE was going to die no Matter whAt i did.

if you would Stop being such a little baby, patricK, you wouldn't need me.

and yes, the tall one can't see my message.

On the Book

Alright, so, the book that emaciated chick threw at me (Demons, Devils, and Spirits) is written in Old Daemon, meaning I will only be able to get the gist of the work, at the absolute most.

Old Daemon is the initial language of the Demons, created when they were still setting themselves apart from the Devils, and is written phonetically, for the most part. It is slow going to translate it with my limited knowledge of the language itself, even discounting my complete lack of knowledge on its grammar.

So far, I have the first paragraph partially translated. Bolded words are words that I wasn't able to translate. Bolded words with parentheses after them are words I left untranslated for a reason.


I made a few guesses with the wording. I haven't read it out loud, however. Do not read these words out loud if you can help it. If you do accidentally read a word out loud, please, for the love of all, say "I reject what I have said" in your mind immediately. Failure to do so could potentially result in death.

Old Daemon is made up of power words, after all.


Sie (I assume this means "greetings" or "hello"), readers. I am Prinicio (word for "Strong One", unsure if name). If you are reading this in Makai ("Home"), benoa the book now. If you are from or in Astimenao, jurniosl mansd vertua! If you are Planditajn (translates to something like "humankind" or "manling", often used as an insult), this armnexsh may save your Griksi ("soul-life"). Meniok vetri.

So, while I'm still here in England, I decided to do some sight-seeing. And by that, I mean I walked a few miles in town. While I was walking, something strange happened.

A random house's door suddenly shot open, which was pretty startling to me. A woman was standing there, smoking a cigarette. She was very thin, with bags under her eyes, and I could swear I smelled liquor on her.

She asked me my name. I, not really thinking properly, gave it to her.

She chucked a fucking book at me, then slammed the door shut.

I was still for about a minute after that, just wondering what the fuck had happened. Then I picked up the book and left, taking a round-about route back to the hotel.

The title of the book is Demons, Devils, and Spirits: A Guide to the Supernatural. 


I'm going to start reading this. It's nearly 2000 pages, though, so don't expect me to post everything I read.

Finally

It took most of the day, but I think I finally decoded the second piece to Josh's puzzle. I ended up moving the alphabetical sequence up by two (changing C to A and B to Z sort of thing) and put it into an anagram generator.

The message in that sequence was "he has fled". Was it directed to me? Who was it about?

The piece of shit that hacked my blog and installed himself as an admin, or, as you know him, DefiledShepherd, had a much easier message.

"The Shepherd is here."

For some reason, I don't want to remove him. I know, he's a piece of shit that should go die in a fire, but... I feel a strange kinship with him. I for some reason feel that he needs to be able to stay on like this. Who knows? The fucker might end up doing something useful at some point.

Gonna find a more permanent residence than this. Might go back to California soon.

Gonna go to sleep right after I post this.

Some answers

Okay, I woke up about two hours ago and decided that I'd go ahead and do some deciphering on the message Josh (Araxor) left me. I almost went with binary, but then remembered that, with Josh, nothing is ever that simple.

So, I copied the text as it was and stuck it into a word document. When I did that, I noticed that the 0's made a pattern. So, I highlighted them.

Bingo. Letters encoded in the binary script.

I then reminded myself that it couldn't be that easy. Josh was way too good at ciphers and codes before whatever happened to make him post that.

So, I looked at the letters. The bottom row of binary letters looked to almost be something backwards. I sighed when I remembered half an hour ago that one of his favorite methods of making a secret message was by taking the letters of the alphabet and giving them a numerical order. A was 1, B was 2, C was 3.

That didn't help me much. All it did was make me send the letters through their paces, and, about five minutes ago, I ended up with two words backwards.

Keep running.

That was a rather appropriate message to give me, but I doubt it was directed at me. I'll get back to you on what the top set means; it seems to be an anagram in addition too whatever else he planted.

I also need to get my head around this new time zone. At least in a plane some time passes. I don't have jet lag, I have teleport lag.

Really strange shit been going on. I'm pissed and terrified right now.

Proxies showed up at my house on the 21st. 3 Agents and a Revenant. And Slendy himself. A full dozen of the Hallowed, too.

I did the only thing I fucking could to even hope to get out alive. I put on the mask.

After that, my latest memories are from yesterday when I woke up in this crappy hotel in England.

England!

I checked the backpack that was with me in the room, and, sure enough, there was the fucking mask, just staring at me. Fucking mask. There was also a freaking bowie knife, so I don't know whether or not to hug the mask in thanks or smash it to bits.

I love knives, swords, maces, axes, any weapons I can get my hands on. But knives are my favorites.

There were also a few other things in the backpack. A passport (didn't have a passport before, but it seems I do now), a few thousand Euros in various denominations (don't know where I got them), my laptop, its charger, my DS and charger (wee, Pokemon, that'll help me as I run for my life), and this tiny ass mp3 player that I bought from Thinkgeek a year ago.

I also found a key ring with a few keys on it that I have no idea what they do. One of them goes to a car, though; the car that I apparently now own. After seeing that little shock, I checked my bank account.

Boom. Extra 5 million dollars in it. No idea how or where, or even when, I got the money. But it was exactly 5,000,000 more than I had. There was also a message saying that I had another bank account with another bank. Checked that. Seven hundred thousand Euros. Exactly.

Well, looks like I can do whatever it is I need to do in England.

Drove to a grocery store, almost got in trouble (metric system! driving on the wrong side of the road!). Managed to buy enough food to last me for a week or so, then got another month added to my stay at the hotel. I'm (apparently) loaded now, I do what I want.

Nothing had changed when I re-entered my room. I... I wanted some time off from all this shit. I wanted to lose myself in some gaming while I could. Played some Minecraft and WoW on the shitty internet connection here. Then whipped out the DS while I watched some Doctor Who reruns. Slept for nearly 16 hours.

And here we are.

More updates as they come.

untiTled

black asH coats thE soulS of man

tHe darknEss Plays witH evERything

devils, Demons, spIritS, divine

Holy is not evEn alive, anymoRE

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I found a mask on my doorstep. I'd take a picture but my cameras are not working properly when I point them at the damn thing. My phone can't even take a damn picture! Even my webcam can't fucking observe it!

Sorry. This... it's terrifying. The Masked Ones might or might not be allies, but why can't I take a picture of the damn mask?

Tried to go back and delete that stuff, but I felt sick as hell when I tried. Headache, nausea, I even coughed. It faded when I stopped highlighting things to delete. I am very disturbed by this; what could have caused three seconds of intense illness?

Only physical magic and a form of elemental magic, as far as I know. I don't want to find out that the Slender One has either, or is allied with someone or something who has access to them.

I'm going to run a few tests on it, and maybe get a referral if I can.

In other news, I managed to make a series of anti-magic barriers. Three in total, one against Demon magic, one against Spirit, and one against Devil. I have nothing to fear from Divine magic in this world, and there are so few real human magi in this world that it would be worthless to make an anti-human magic barrier.

Again, I have no magic of my own. I just know how to manipulate the magic around me.

Makai History, part 2

After the Demons had fled from Hell to the newly created Makai, they decided to split themselves from the Devils as much as possible.

The Demons created a new language, called Daemon, that after, three hundred years, everyone spoke fluently, and thus threw off the language of the Devils, which is known as Latin.

Don't be afraid of a language; without the accompanying power, it is simply a method of speech. Although I know a bit of Latin, languages have a tough time of sticking around in my head, so I just know a handful of words and a bit of the grammar.

Anyways, another few hundred years pass with the Demons living in peace, the few who try to maintain their combat prowess practicing their spells and skills in (and sometimes on) the massive desert laced with mountains. The mountains are reformed by the sand after a few weeks if they are destroyed, which is good for some of the powerful assault spells that Demons have at their disposal.

One of the Demons, named Kazandar, took a position of leadership at the request of the community, and she was an exceptional ruler. She didn't exert her influence whenever she felt like it, and was called "Lesparda", which roughly translated from Daemon to English as "the benevolent princess". (Or something like that. Language ain't my thing.)

Kazandar was also a great scholar, devoting what time she didn't use to settle disputes and conflicts to furthering her people's society. She even learned how to speak the language of the Spirits, which has not yet been given an official name, although it is quite similar to Japanese.

While the Demons were relaxing in their peace, however, the Spirits continued to wage war against the Devils. The Spirits noticed that their were far fewer Devils than before, even though a greater number was fighting, and sent a small team of warriors, headed by the Spirit Luck herself, to search for any Devils that were hiding in pocket dimensions.

As was inevitable with Luck at the head of the team, they quickly found the Demons in Makai, and were welcomed peacefully. Though the warriors were suspicious at first, seeing Luck completely at ease assuaged their fears. Luck negotiated an alliance with Kazandar, who was more than happy to help the Spirits, although the number of Demons was only just beginning to grow.

Kazandar made an offer to Luck; I have a word for word transcript of that event, written by Luck herself. The reason I left out some bits of the negotiation were... well, let's just say that few words were said... Anyways, Kazandar's offer was "Give me time to build an army, and I will send some of my most gifted mages to teach your armies some of our spells."

Thus the Spirits, who had only had basic Physical and Mental magic up until then, gained access to Meta magic and Elemental magic. The Physical and Mental magic was then taught to the Demon mages, who took the knowledge back with them to Makai where some Demon clans, like the Kitsune and Ape clans, would find their greatest strengths in the new spells.

Time waged on, and the Demon numbers grew as fewer and fewer Spirits died in the war against the Devils. After nearly five hundred years, the Demons joined the war completely, giving some much needed relief to the battle-weary Spirits.

The Demons noticed that they were growing stronger the more they fought; their magic grew in strength. What was once a spell to warm one's dinner became a flamethrower. With the strength that the Demons now possessed, their was a need for control. Kitsune Demons took over the fighting for the Demons for a while; their magic was already refined as much as possible, and the other Demons needed to regain control over their newfound power.

As even more time passed, the Spirits and Demons noticed that they were facing the same foes over and over again. It was then that the Devil known as Lucifer was captured and interrogated by the Spirits and Demons. The translator and primary interrogator was a Demon named Nubarec, and the scribe for the interrogation was a Grand Spirit known as Lucia.

I'll try to stretch my influence with the Spirits and gain the transcripts from Lucia, but I make no promises. Lucia the Life-Bringer is too calm for me to speak to for long, and I would prefer to keep my sanity.

Bit of History from Makai

I think I might have scared everyone a bit too much in the last post. You know what will cheer you up?

History! But not of humans; this is the story of how demons and devils came to be separate from one another.

It all started a long time ago, some records say 4000 years, others say 9,800,000,000 years, and still others are even more varied than that.

Back then, there were only two distinguishable types of Dead: the Spirits and the Devils. The Spirits dwelt within Heaven, which was manipulated by the God or gods at the time to resemble Earth. The Devils lived in Hell, an inhospitable land of fire, lava, and ash.

The Devils fought among themselves, some breaching the portals between Hell and Heaven, where the Spirits fought them back through. Those early days were rough on the Spirits, and many took their vacation leave on earth, where they appeared in some form or another to mess with the native humans.

One day, one Devil, Bathilu, vowed not to die at the hands of his brothers and sisters, and, when they continued to fight him, he left to explore the infinite vastness of Hell. Bathilu wandered for decades, feeding only on the flames and brimstone that were as infinite as Hell itself.

During the final day of his life, Bathilu found the Core of Hell, a massive sphere that reached beyond the red and black clouds. Bathilu touched it with his magic and hand, and became one with the Core. A vast surge of power swept across Hell, and some of the fallen Devils, those dead, got back up and started fighting with a vengeance.

Only about a quarter of the Devils existing at that time were changed by the magic, and the others, when they say how hopeless it was to fight against that menace alone, banded together, proclaiming themselves to be Demons. They war they waged was later known as the War of Hell.

The Demons lost.

However, those few thousand Demons that were left stayed together because of a very powerful dragon Demon known as Chathulm'st. He declared them to be Dead unless they went with him to create a new Home, where they could live in peace from the Devils.

All went with him, and they called him Shepherd of the Dead. The small group of nearly 6000 Demons forced their way through the nearest portal, which Chathulm'st had changed to lead them to a nearly empty pocket dimension.

Chathulm'st went in first, having told his Flock to stay behind for a single minute. After that minute, the Flock went through the portal, and saw the wonders that awaited them. It was a veritable paradise for each type of Demon; all of the different animal Clans were each able to make their own home within the world.

The Flock had no idea how the Shepherd had managed to create the splendor that he did, but no one was able to find him to ask him. It was rumored that Chathulm'st had sacrificed himself to make the world; indeed, the sun of Makai is known as the Heart of the Shepherd, blazing down on his chosen.

The world was named Makai, the Demon word for "home".

Since my wards seem to be failing, I need to say this immediately. I was saving it for later, when everything had sunk in a bit more, but...

You. Me. All of the ones targeted by the Slender Man.

We are all.

Dead. Damned. Defiled.

Until we stop the threat of the proxies, we are Dead.

Until we can prevent Him from getting new agents, we are Dead.

Until we can end the Revenants, we are Dead.

Unless we can find a way to kill the Slender Man, we are Damned.

I hereby declare that all of us, the Runners, the Fighters, those caught in-between, and those on the fringes, are Damned.

Until we win, we are all living on borrowed time.

Let's earn it, everyone.

Until next time.

Went for another walk today. Well, I walk every day I can, but today was another significant event.

Shadows on the tree. Looked like a massive spider was casting a shadow. Only thing is, light was coming from the wrong way, and spider's aren't usually that thin.

Didn't have my phone on me, so I couldn't take a picture. Not that it matters much; I blinked and the shadow was gone.

Either I'm going crazy, or my ward is beginning to fail.

Not sure which I'd prefer.

Hallowed, Agents, Revenants, and Masked Ones

Most of you already know of the roles the proxies play; their strengths, their flaws, their uses. Many of you, however, do not understand the connection between them.

The Hallowed are the hive mind. The swarm of angry bees whose nest we shook. They fight as one, striking not as individuals but as a team.

This is a weakness and a strength. You already know the strength, that they will ignore individuals being struck down and keep attacking. What you don't know is that is also a weakness. They will ignore individuals being struck down. Kill one at a time; they are mindless, and you are freeing them from their torment of ignorance and Slender Man.

The Agents are different; they serve willingly, without any control over their mind at all. This is bad for our Fighters, because they still can use their cognitive functions properly. This is good for us, because they aren't connected to the hive.

The Agents, for whatever reason, serve the Slender Man. I don't much care why, for they have sold their souls. However, they lack the connection to the hive mind, and have to get their information through more mundane means. The internet (through blogs, videos, and such), phone books, Q&A with the Hallowed. We can fight them by being like shadows. Don't let yourself be found. Get some pewter to ward yourself.

Revenants; the special operations units of the Slender Horde. They do not carry the sheer power that the Slender Man does, but they all have access to some of the creature's mind magic. They are like Agents who are tapped into the hive mind. They are our second greatest fear in this time.

However, they are hard for the Slender One to make; one has to have powerful mental defenses and a willingness to follow the Slender Man. They also share a weakness of his, and of mind magic's; pewter. Pewter wards against the direction of mind magic; mental magicians cannot find or use mind magic within such a ward. This doesn't affect their drones (Hallowed) much, however.

Lastly, I would like to discuss the Masked Ones. We have grown to equate them to the Hallowed, but are they? Why would they were masks, if they are Hallowed and masks can help fool the Slender Man? I would like to point you to Tim, or "Masky", as he is often known. Shown by J on MarbleHornets, the Masked Ones attacked Alex, who is obviously either an Agent or a Sleeper (a Hallowed when their mind is weak, like it is during sleep). Why would they do that if he is on their side?

I am of the belief that the true Masked Ones are some sort of cult, or something, dedicated to taking down the Slender Man. The masks are evidence of this. All wear one, and masks have been shown to function similarly to the operator symbol in that the Slender Man thinks they can see him.

The next time you see a Masked One, ask it this: "Who is the Operator of Death?"

You'll know by its answer whether or not it is Hallowed.

How long has that been there?

I went for a walk yesterday, nothing really unusual at all. Woke with a headache, but some caffeine fixed that right up. I'm a caffeine addict in the worst possible way.

Anyways, I'm walking. The driveway at my parent's house (where I still live, and still plan to live at until I'm done with high school) is half a mile long, one-way. So, walking on that usually is some good exercise, and I typically go for two or three walks a day.

I noticed something strange. At first I was unsure what to make of it. It seemed pretty close to the operator symbol in my eyes. I'm not sure why that was the first thing to pop into my mind, but it was.

And then I went farther. And then I saw this.

Gonna do some digging in my memories, see if I remember anything strange from the seven years I've lived here. I really, really hope I'm just going crazy. If not, then... I don't want to think about it.

Just gotta be hopeful. I'm sure I've got a few repressed memories in my head. Bullied at a Catholic school from kindergarten to 5th grade, after all. Just gotta find the right ones.

Be careful, guys

Everyday we fight, we reinforce Slender Man's presence in this world.

Everyday we run, we let Slender Man destroy more lives.

Which do we choose? Do we fight or run? Make him stronger, or let him kill freely?

Many are running. Many are fighting. I'm a fighter, personally, but I have found something that should help runners.

Pewter. Pewter can help ward against the Slender Man. Let words flow over the pewter, and it will project an anti-magic field.

Slender Man cannot exist within such a field.

I have driven him back once, already, and my wards seem to be keeping him out.

Any pewter will do, just make sure it's pewter! Pendants, blades, bracelets, chairs. Dust, chunks, debris. Anything pewter.

Easy enough to find, could be life saving.

Remember that this is the Slender Man we're dealing with, though. He might have just left because he felt like it, and he might not want to bother showing up again. Who knows? Let the words flow.

If he really can't exist within an anti-magic field, it means he hasn't fully manifested in this world. It would mean that he is fading in and out of the After and slowly becoming more corporeal here.

If that is true, and I can show proof, I can muster up a few assassins to take him out.

Stay strong, everyone.

And Noah, if you're reading this, get some pewter fast. It might help, it might not, but better safe than sorry.

Music and Mental Magic

Mental magic has already been covered, along with some of its relation to music, but I would like to go further in depth with this, and with how mind magic can be transmitted through more than just physical proximity.

Firstly, music and its effect on mental magic. Music disrupts the flow of thought process, even if just slightly, by interjecting itself as something that should be heard and listened to; mental magic works in a similar way. The two somewhat negate each other.

In this specific case, having an iPod or other MP3 playing can also help to warn you when the Slender Man is near, since he has distorts any sound based technology that is near him. This is not entirely typical of mental magic, but it has not been unheard of for recording devices to malfunction within the presence of specific mind mages.

Some aspects of mind magic can be transmitted through sound, such as a calming sound transcribed with a magical presence. The Slender Man seems to be able to use this element of mind magic, which is very worrying; it is a rare aspect that is only found in truly talented mind mages. It isn't a difficult aspect of magic by any means, but only talented mental magicians can learn how to use it properly.

One last thing, possibly with little to do with the current topic. I recently finished going through all of the videos Noah (youtube account TribeTwelve) posted, and something caught my eye.

Slender Man's tendrils were visible on film.

This leads to two possibilities: either Slender Man is either an Iata devil or a Kitsune demon (he doesn't match descriptions of either), or he is a type of spirit, demon, or devil that I have no information on.

If he is Iata or Kitsune, then it is mind magic he is doing.

If not, then the tendrils are real. Don't touch, just in case.

An Overview of Magic Itself

After my previous post, it is quite likely that some of you are thinking "Why does this idiot think magic is involved?"

How can it not be?

How can a being like Slender Man come into existence from belief, if magic did not give heed to the original belief? Why can magic not exist, if belief is all that is necessary to make it real?

In any case, we have verified proof that Slender Man is using some form of mental manipulation to create and control his proxies. I, strangely, know much of the principles and fundamentals of magic, although I possess none of my own.

Magic comes in five varieties and five types; the varieties are not the same as the types. The varieties of magic are mental magic, physical magic, elemental magic, metamagic, and temporal magic. The types of magic are human, spirit, demon, devil, and divine.

Luckily for us, divine magic doesn't function in this world; at least, it doesn't anymore. I cannot identify if the world we know as Earth carries its own magic, though, if it did, it would likely be either spirit or human.

The different types of magic are called different names by the different practitioners. Martial artists refer to human magic as "ki" or "chi", while mages refer to it as "mana" or "source". The reaper spirits refer to their magic as "reiatsu", whereas the healer spirits call it "nometsu". Never try to tell what sort a mage is by asking them what they call their magic, though; the devils call their own magic the same as ours, in an attempt to trick us into believing that they are going to help us.

I only felt the Slender Man's power once, and it wasn't enough for me to identify his magic type, though I doubt I could have in the first place. Damned bastard gave me a headache for three days from that one touch of his magic. I doubt he's divine, and I know he isn't human. That leaves spirit, demon, or devil.

Even if you don't have magic of your own, you can access natural magic around you. Natural magic is a sub-division of each type of magic, and is ambient in the environment.

The different varieties of magic, however, are simply what form the magic takes. The type has little to no impact on the variety. Physical magic primarily uses defensive and medical spells, making it ideal for a shieldmage or healer. Elemental magic is offensive, and elemancers (I didn't make the name) tend to specialize in a specific element in order to squeeze out as much power as possible. Mental mages do indirect attacks, forcing people to turn on their allies by dominating their minds; mental mages are fond of traveling with a posse of their "hive" members. Metamagicians are the least offensive of the varieties, only able to amplify or weaken magic as it goes on around them; however, metamagic practitioners often pick up some basic elemental magic in order to defend themselves.

Temporal magic is forbidden to all; even the devils, with their evil hearts and minds, are warned against practicing it, or even studying it in great detail. If Slender Man truly is time-traveling, then we are potentially dealing with a threat that cannot be slain with simple human magic. I will not speak anymore on this subject, for fear that some idiot with a spark of power will try to travel back in time and undo the creation of Slender Man. Infinite paradoxical sequences, anyone?

Now that you know more about the various types and varieties of magic, you can now begin to search for the incredibly few humans who have true magic. A large number of martial artists say that they have access to ki, but, after some research into that (a couple years ago), I have determined that they aren't actually using magic. They are manipulating their muscle density with an entirely physical, as in, non-spiritual, manifestation of power. There are likely a handful of people, maybe a couple dozen, in this world with access to true magic.

One last little tidbit of magical theory. Prophecy is magic-dependent, but it isn't magic in and of itself. It depends on access to spirit magic in a rather unique bond with one of the most powerful spirit beings in existence: Lady Fate.

Now that I have told you all a bit of magic, I'll leave you with my well wishes.

Happy Halloween, everyone.

A Brief Overview of Mind Magic and How Slender Man Uses It

First off, mind magic is pretty self-explanatory for people who don't study biology: mind magic is magic that affects the mind. For biologists, the question is how, not what. I don't know how exactly Slender Man can modify our thoughts, but I have a few ways of resisting his magic.

Listen to music. Inappropriately happy music. If you can't stomach it, at least listen to something that isn't too "hardcore". If you can make Slender Man seem ridiculous to you, and stay calm or even laugh in his presence, then you have beaten his fear-inducing magic.

Learn to multitask for everything. A mind with more than one train of thought is a very easy platform to resist his mental magic. From what I understand of this (mostly conjecture), most mind-mages can only alter one thought processor at a time, making a person with more than one able to easily re-assert their natural mind over the magic it is exposed to. One can manage to "create" another train of thought, to run simultaneously with the first, through forcing themselves to multitask during every daily task. Don't just eat breakfast; read a book or watch TV too. Don't just write an essay; listen to music while writing, and leave the TV on in the background. Hyping up on caffeine can help with the training, but then you'll need to either wean yourself off of the caffeine or have a good supply of it.

From what I have seen and heard, a few of Slender Man's powers may just be him exercising his mind magic to induce fear. The tendrils sprouting from his back may not actually be there, really; it might just be a hallucinatory manifestation of the fear he is inspiring in you. The hive-mind that he uses to manipulate the Slender-proxies is the one of the simplest ways of using mental magic; complete domination of those with a weaker will.

Humans fear what they don't understand. The limb-extending, the tendrils, the lack of a face; all are causing fear because we can't identify how he does them. He doesn't; he has a face. One can see an impression of his face if they have a strong enough will.

In addition, I've been studying all of the forms of magic for a long time. A few of my ancestors did, too, from what I can glean from their flesh memories. Magic is an exercise of extreme willpower and focus, even more than it takes to resist basic mind magic, but it also requires a... well, I don't know how to describe it. It is like a spark of existing power within you; it can be hereditary, but it is often random.

Search for your magic while you sleep. Enter with a mantra, something along the lines of "power", "strength", or "ability", to help you find it. You'll know if you have it, but you won't if you don't.

On that rather confusing note, I'll leave to continue my research into Slender Man's weaknesses.

Remember: Knowledge is Power.

SlenderSword: Introductions Are in Order

Hello all. This is my first time actually making a blog, something I was extremely reluctant to do after my research into the Slender Man. This is one of the symptoms of Slendersickness, but more on that later.

I'm not going to tell you much of my sightings, of what I see in the corner of my eye, of what happens here in Gilroy. I'm here to tell you all how to throw off the Slender One's influence, how to fight Him back when you see him, and, if I'm lucky enough to find out how, I'll share the secret to killing the Slender Man.

Yes, my blog will be focusing on harassing the Slender One's weaknesses and fighting him off. I have a rather interesting viewpoint on this matter, being descended from Native Americans, having near-complete control over most of my emotions, and gaining access to what I call "flesh memories".

The flesh memories are thoughts and memories that one's ancestors experienced strongly enough to form a genetic bond with their DNA, and are accessible to their descendants in times of emotional crisis. Think the Assassin's Creed games, but without needing the Animus.

So far, I've seen one of my ancestors killed by Slender Man in a flesh memory. This defies everything I though I knew about them, but I saw it.

Don't expect me to live for long. If I die in this work, someone will continue it from the notes I have on this subject.

Right now, all I have is a list of places to start.
Slender Man has been connected to the Yggdrasil tree of Norse mythos, and, while that is a less credible link, it presented some interesting leads; specifically, the snake which chews through the roots of the tree, as well as Loki the Trickster (more on how Slenderman could be Loki later).
Another lead is the connection to Germany as Der Grosse Man (The Tall Man), who, if I remember correctly, had two brothers more powerful than he (not comforting at all).
Although I know very little about the Fae, Slender Man could easily be one of their numbers; in fact, him being Fae would be the easiest possible way of exploiting weakness (all Fae are weak to iron).
Although this will likely present nothing other than some of his habits, I do have a flesh memory of my ancestor's death by Slender Man's hands; I know for certain this is from my Native American ancestry, although I might be able to find something from my Irish ancestry as well.

For an easier list:

• Yggdrasil snake or Loki?
• Der Grosse Man?
• Fae? (iron is weakness)
• Roanoke?

Also, I've caught word of a few blogs that saw they've managed to cause some harm to Slender Man. I'll do my best to research those in addition to the mythology I've identified. If anyone can help with my searches, then I will gladly accept it.

Until I can compose the next entry, I'll leave you with this.

Don't let fear consume you. That would only be playing into his hand. Keep calm; he cannot touch us so easily.