Okay, so… following Aaron’s request, I kind of dropped the blogging thing. In fact, I really did my best to drop the entire Slender-Friend thing. When they discharged him from the hospital, I asked him again what had happened. I asked him if it was related to our previous experiences.

I already knew it was. I knew, just because of how adamantly he refused to tell the doctors what had happened. But as we got into the car, he told me — “We’re done with this. Stop asking about it. This is the last of it, okay?”

And I said okay. He still won’t tell who beat him so badly. I haven’t come across anything like this in other blogs or vlogs — no instances of the Slenderman beating the shit out of his victims. I mean, I’ve seen people end up with bloody noses or pass out, but never end up…

Nevermind. Long story short, someone kicked the snot out of Aaron, and its somehow related to our sightings of Mr. Tall. He stayed in the hospital for three days while they ran some tests because they were concerned about brain damage. That’s how bad it was.

And because he asked me to, I put the whole damn thing out of my head. Or tried to. And I could tell he did too. But we both still felt something, especially at night when we were trying to sleep. There were sounds, like someone stalking around outside… usually one or both of us would be paranoid enough to get up and look around. But for the last week, after a few minutes in bed — no more than fifteen — we both just passed out for the night. Which is very unusual for the both of us.

Then last night, I heard something. It sounded like tapping, at the window, you know? And I wanted to get up and look, but I didn’t. Instead, I fell asleep. I guess that happens sometimes; you’re tired enough that you just kind of conk out. I woke up at seven feeling fresh and well rested, and Aaron seemed to have had just as good of a night. True to his request, I didn’t mention the tapping at the window, and I didn’t think of it until I went into the office this afternoon.

We  — okay, I — am kind of nutty about keeping things in here labeled and in their place. Even so, at first i wasn’t sure what was wrong with the room; nothing was really moved or anything. Except, upon further inspection, my USB drive. It’s not even a big storage drive; it’s only like 1GB. And lets face it, my photos of Aaron and my class syllabi aren’t exactly state secrets. They’re important to me (and the photos are irreplaceable) but why would anyone steal it?

I thought the same thing;maybe I misplaced it. I spent three hours looking around the house for it; Aaron helped for a while. It’s not in this house. It’s not in the car. I can’t imagine it’s at work, since I haven’t pulled it out of the computer since the last time we went to that stupid park.

I have no idea why, but I know it’s true — someone stole it. It makes no sense, but neither does creeping around outside our house and knocking on things. Or, for that matter, a ten foot tall guy with no face following us around.

Some one broke into my house last night and stole a USB drive that has absolutely no value to anyone anywhere. They did it while we were sleeping and without waking us up — quietly and quickly, it had to have been. And for whatever reason, the fact that they managed to do it without disturbing us or moving any of our stuff around is terrifying to me.


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  1. You might want to see this chaps.

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