Journal Entry #27 - My Journey Into the Woods

April 8th, 2013 - 8:17 Pm

Saturday was, to say the least, interesting.

My search for the mansion described in Edward's post began in the woods directly behind his house. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit scared.

But hey, when it's time to man up, it's time to man up.

I walked straight from Edward's house, into the woods, for about ten minutes. I couldn't find anything, but I felt the most queer feeling. As if someone was watching me, and I didn't mind.

At all.

I forced myself to fear. I didn't want to be comfortable with the possible kidnapper watching me. I just couldn't. I had to strive to stay focused.

Fear is not of the Lord, but in this case, this kind of fear I believe was okay. It kept me away from danger. It was a holy fear I suppose.

I didn't dare look behind me, for I did not want to face the possible presence of the kidnapper. I didn't know if he was there or not, and yet I did. It's unexplainable, but you have to bear with me.

What the crazy thing is about all this, is that I don't want to look the kidnapper in the face! There I was, searching for the mansion, and then possibly him, and when I feel his presence, I can't force myself to turn and look at him!

As crazy as it sounds, I believe it was the right, and safe, thing to do. I would find all other possible information.

I continued walking. I eventually came to a nice small lake. It was quite beautiful, especially the way the sun was reflecting off of it.

Reflection.

I whipped out my custom pocket survival kit. Opening it, I found what I needed - a small mirror.

I took a deep breath, and slowly positioned the mirror in front of me to see who might be behind me.

My breath stopped. There, not twenty yards behind me (as far as I can guess) was the man I was after.

The Slenderman.

He was indeed tall, about eight feet in height. His legs and tall, thin body was what made up most of that height. He had no face, and yet he did. There were no eyes, there was no mouth, there were no ears or nose or hair.

And yet he seemed to have it all. It's as if all of the human senses was wrapped into one, and then thrown into his body.

Like all the descriptions I've heard, he wore a black, rather handsome, suit. The red tie made him complete.

I almost panicked. But then I remembered: he's been following me the whole time. Why attack me now? Perhaps he doesn't even know who I am, or that I'm investigating this whole situation. I decided that this was the case, and then decided that I was going home. Right now. But there was a problem with that. How could I turn around and go home if he was directly behind me? Who knows what would happen if he stared into me?

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to whirl around and face him.

He was gone.

It took every ounce of strength to keep my cool and not run back home like a little scardey-cat. I knew he was still watching me. This was his territory. He's just making sure of it by scaring the crap out of me.

It worked.

I found myself back in my hotel room fifteen minutes later, sweating uncontrollably. I had fear, but it wasn't bad. It was a healthy fear. It gave me a new respect for the enemy.

I will find his weakness and save Kayle and Edward from this monster, even if it kills me.

And he might just do that.

Pray for me brothers and sisters...
Inspector Kornelson