Here's today's really long corresponding post from Something Sinister:
This week has been weird to the point where I’m wondering
how Cat hasn’t noticed. I’m hope this
summery will suffice for now.
Monday: On Monday I stayed in my room all day except for
when I needed to leave (chores, lunch, bathroom) and just before dusk something
reminded me about the post from thealias and I turned and looked out the
window, and looking back, I wish I hadn’t. On the periphery of the woods there
stood that same tall man that was in the organ loft. I picked up a pair of
binoculars because I couldn’t believe that I would never see this guy facing
me. I peered through the binoculars and saw the breast of his suit and a tie. I
was confused at this as he had been turned around just a few moments before, so
I looked up at his head. What I saw simultaneously horrified me and intrigued
me. The man’s skin had not a drop of melanin (if melanin comes in drops) in it.
His head was cocked on one side as if he were confused or perplexed by
something. But most curious of all, he had no face, or well not no face but no features on it.
I turned and tore through my hopelessly cluttered desk and
found a piece of scrap paper on which I wrote a tally mark. When I glanced up
again he was gone. I began to wonder if he would come back. Until he did I
decided to go back to the library and research.
Tuesday: I followed my plan from the day before and went to
library to do research into whatever that person I saw my back yard was. I
typed in “faceless creature” in to Google.
I picked out a
snippet that looked interesting. “Scottish folklore” I opened the page and at
the top of the page there was a heading. “Fear Dubh,” I read on “A malevolent
being that was said to haunt the woods. It was created to scare children in to
staying inside after dark.” And that was it the writer hadn’t said anything
more. Why I wonder? Perhaps it was not very in portent. So I went over to the
help desk and asked if they had any books on Scottish folklore, the lady was
very helpful and told me exactly where it was.
The article that I found read, “Fear Dubh—the black man,
Fear Dubh is a spirit that was generally thought to be
malevolent. It was said to haunt the Highland forests at night. People who
crossed paths with it were haunted by and eventually killed by it. If someone
managed to elude the spirit without dying, it would exact its revenge on his
(or her) descendants.
Fear Dubh has often been described by people who claimed to
have seen it as a gentle man or a nobleman dressed in black, exceedingly tall,
and pail. It was also said to lack facial features but, by far its most
interesting trait were the many snake-like arms that grew out of its back.”
And then it went to talk about something else. I felt
disturbed, the guy at the table next to me was blaring music on his iPod and it
was loud enough to be heard. But I also
felt disturbed because except for the one ancestor I have who was German, my
family is very Scottish, I felt a chill go up my spine and decided to leave.
On the way home I decided to go and practice the organ. So I
went up in to the organ loft and Mr. Snoew was standing there. Something felt
wrong. It wasn’t that Mr. Snoew was in the organ loft—he practically lives up there;
there was something about the way he was standing. It just wasn’t right, and on
top of that he was holding his hands in a position that I didn’t think he would
have been able to at his age. He started talking in a way that was creepily
monotone. “Hello, Edward Strauβen (German accent), we are waiting for your score.” I asked him what he was talking
about, but he went on saying, “If you do not follow the rules of the game, we
will have to punish you.” Who is we? But again no answer, “why do you question
us?”
“If you tell me who you or “us” is then I’ll be more than
happy to comply.” I said more disrespectfully than intended. He began to look
past me. I waved my hand in front of his face but he didn’t flinch even once. I
turned to leave because I was feeling severally creped out and that thing was
standing there, and this time I was close enough to see the snake-like arms
waving and writhing around. The sight of
it was more than I could handle.
I very nearly passed
out, to the point that I fell over. But when I hit the ground, there was snow
on it I looked around and saw that I was in the woods. The woods that happen to
be behind my house. I don’t know how I got there, but I didn’t want to be
there, so I very quickly went back to the house.
Wednesday: There were several things that I did not want to
do that day, for instance feeding the chickens or anything outside really. The
woods felt dangerous and I didn’t want to be the brunt of some slighted fairy’s
wrath. So I did everything that had to do with outside very quickly.
Thursday: 5:35. My phone buzzed the text message sound and I
looked at it. It was from thealias.
thealias: “What is
your final count?”
Me: “Who the heck are you?”
thealias: “We are those without eyes that see. What is your
final count?”
Me: “fine then; 7. Are you Mr. Snoew?”
thealias: “No, we are not. Congratulations. You have
answered correctly. Come and claim your reward in the woods.”
Me: “which woods?” I sent that text twice but both times it
came back as unsendable. I am pretty sure that he meant the woods behind my
house.
Friday: I don’t remember exactly why I went, because I’d
resolved not to but for some reason I wandered out into the woods behind my
house I walked for quite a while. Usually a walk through the woods Is very
relaxing to me, but this was altogether different my muscles were so tight that
if anything had touched me I think they would have snapped. I came to a place
in the woods that I had never been to before, and I suddenly became aware that
the sun was setting. I began to panic. And just when I was about to totally
lose it, I saw a note.
On one of the trees
there was a note. I looked around, and in the ever dimming twilight I saw lost
of notes on the trees. I picked up three or four of them and tried to read them
but it was now too dark to see.
My heart began to race again and I realized just how dead
silent it was. I turned to walk home. Every footfall deafening me, and I heard
a sound. It was a very little sound and it was behind me. It was the man, Fear
dubh. One second he was there and the next he was gone. But so was I. I woke up this morning on my bed. And I have
never felt this kind of fear before.
POSTED BY EDWARD STRAUSEN
Well, this has just gotten a lot more interesting. The Slenderman reveals himself! It's quite obvious that it is indeed a Slenderman. The tentacles, the height, the faceless... uh, face, it all points to him.
What's strange to me is the suddenness of going from one place to the next. One second he was in the church, being stared at by the Slenderman himself, (which is a whole other story. Is Mr. Sneow somehow involved in this mystery?) and then all of a sudden he finds himself in the woods. And then from there to his bed, the next morning.
Upon thinking further, I realize that Thealias and the Slenderman are probably not the same person. But who the heck is Thealias? Is he trying to help, or is he trying to cause more trouble? Or could it be... Kayle?
...
No. It couldn't be. One, she's only 7. Two, how could she get a hold of a computer to post stuff like that? Three, being young, she would have wanted to go home right away. Four, it just doesn't add up. Young children like that aren't as... educated as Thealias sounds.
Edward is now able to see the Slenderman outside his window... sound familiar?
I think I'll be visiting those woods next week...
See you there...
Inspector Kornelson
What's strange to me is the suddenness of going from one place to the next. One second he was in the church, being stared at by the Slenderman himself, (which is a whole other story. Is Mr. Sneow somehow involved in this mystery?) and then all of a sudden he finds himself in the woods. And then from there to his bed, the next morning.
Upon thinking further, I realize that Thealias and the Slenderman are probably not the same person. But who the heck is Thealias? Is he trying to help, or is he trying to cause more trouble? Or could it be... Kayle?
...
No. It couldn't be. One, she's only 7. Two, how could she get a hold of a computer to post stuff like that? Three, being young, she would have wanted to go home right away. Four, it just doesn't add up. Young children like that aren't as... educated as Thealias sounds.
Edward is now able to see the Slenderman outside his window... sound familiar?
I think I'll be visiting those woods next week...
See you there...
Inspector Kornelson
