Fine. Safe, even.

Hey, all. No, I haven't been attacked again, and I haven't gotten news of any attacks on my friends, or family.

Then again, I haven't heard from any one in Gilroy since I called my family on Christmas.

I really shouldn't be doing this, but I can't stand being alone for this long. DS and I have pretty much run out of things to talk about, except for the occasional critique of my work.

Other than the glorified voice in my head, I have nothing. No one. Just me and a sentient mask I absorbed into my head.

I... I need some contact with others. Even if it's just through my speaking through this blog.

Even if that damnable thing comes back for my blood, I'll be fully willing to take its evil back into my life if it means I can shake this fucking loneliness and stagnancy.

I know I'm being selfish, and I don't give a fuck.

I used to wish for solitude like this. Well, not exactly like this; when I imagined it, I didn't have a voice in my head. Well, now I have the solitude, and I'm ready to give it back to whoever I took it from.

I didn't realize it, but... I need people.

I apologize in advance for anything of terribly length or wordiness that I post on this blog. I only have a being of unknowable age and immense intellect in my mind, a couple dozen novels (read all of them at least twice by now), and a dictionary for company.

I can't say where I am, but I don't have cable. I have power and wifi, and I'm not in Pennsylvania anymore, but I can't watch TV except on Hulu or what little I can find posted on Youtube.

I'm going to switch the blog's time back to Pacific time, just to help me remember what time it is back home.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.