Thursday 31 January 2013

Glitch

We've moved on. But we're falling apart, just the three of us now and we don't talk anymore. The Chill is getting stronger, deeper, icy fingers grasping at my bones. This is what happens when you get to know people, when you like people and get close to them. They die, or they leave or try to kill you. Frankly I don't know which one is the worst, but so far only one of them has happened to me, twice. Such is the life of the Runner.

But, on a different note. I encountered...something else the other day. I think the term is an "Unexplained Phenomenon". As if they're any less explained then anything else. I saw it while out walking alone. It looked kind of like a normal person, for some of the time. But it seemed to change, extra appendages appearing and disappearing in static flickers. Just like its eyes, which were filled with static. I could even hear a light buzzing in the background.

"Hello, Christopher," it said, static eyes focused on me. Its voice sounded wrong and awfully condescending.

"What the hell are you?" I asked.

"I have many names. Some people know me as the Rag-Picker, others as the Mar, while most refer to me as Glitch."

"Yuh huh. What do you want?" I asked.

"I just wanted to talk."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. Well, no. But you'll find out about that soon enough. This is just a scouting mission, to say hello."

"Well then," I replied, "Hello."

"Hello, Christopher." With that it was gone in a large flicker of static.

I don't know what this was all about, but I certainly don't want anything further to do with that thing. I've had my fucking fill of Fears and I do not need some UXP deciding to chime in on "How to fuck with Chris"! I'm sure they could write a book on the matter.

Tuesday 22 January 2013

Loss

She's gone. They're gone. 

I was out, walking around town. A little alone time, no matter how dangerous that may be I can't let them just control me. But, I should have. I should have learnt my lesson. I should have surrendered to my fear and then maybe she'd still be here. It was cold, as it always was, a chilling wind bit at me that I had to pull my coat all the way around me to keep it out. I was on my way back to the motel, we had gotten a new one since last post. We moved on the next morning. We wouldn't stay there when we knew Slenderman was hanging around.

I arrived back and the place was a mess and pools of blood dotted the floor. I thought it was a Fear attack, but it wasn't. Jane was lying on the bed, a knife wound in her stomach, her eyes closed. She was...she is dead. On the floor was Sean, his head broken in. Johnathan was sitting on his bed, a bloodied baseball bat at his feet. I heard Elisa crying in the bathroom.

"I would have called you," he said, barely looking up, "You didn't bring your phone."

"What-" I stuttered, "What happened."

"I read your last post. You were right. Sean was being manipulated. He was a Proxy."

Sean had taken a knife to Jane, stabbed her in the stomach. Johnathan had pulled him away from her and they struggled. Johnathan was knocked onto his back and had grabbed his bat, swinging it into the side of Sean's head. John got to his feet and swung it again and again into his skull until Sean was dead. 

"We tried to save her," he continued, "We tried to bandage her up, stop the bleeding. But she was too badly hurt. She was dead in minutes."

What can we do now? How do we dispose of a body while on the run? We can't exactly take them out through the lobby. And we can't call a morgue, too many questions. Maybe we can call a morgue just before we leave so they can pick them up, but then we'll have the police on our hands. But they'd be the least of our problems.

We have no time to grieve, no time to recover. We have to keeping Running. I can't stop thinking, maybe if I had been there. Maybe she'd still be alive. Maybe they'd both be.

Saturday 19 January 2013

Spine Tingling

We moved on after the Rake attack, finding a motel next town over to settle down again. We're definitely not going to spend more than two or three days here. Especially not with Chilly wandering around outside, I saw him again yesterday doing his thing. Standing there, looking creepy and singing about Little Bo Peep losing her sheep or something. The bastard froze me in place and made me listen to his whole bloody performance before fading away into frosted air. I'd be more worried but Chilly follows me everywhere, I've never lost him and he turns up where ever I am whenever he wants. But he never goes near me as long as with the group. So there's point worrying. I don't think he kills people. He just sorta, stops them living. I don't know, there's probably plenty who will disagree with me. And plenty more who would but can't because they were killed by the Cold Boy. But he doesn't seem very threatening to me. Just...lonely.

But he still sends a chill down my spine every time I see him and I've nearly lost extremities to frostbite several times. So I prefer not be around him. As you would imagine. But I can't really run much from him, just avoid him for as long as I can manage. But now that we've found ourselves a nice warm motel I shouldn't be having much problems with him.

SHIT one minute, I hear something outside.

Okay I'm back and WHY did I ask you to wait? You're a random blog reader and possible Runner or Proxy but you can't read what I typed until I post it at which point you can just read the whole thing the whole way through, so asking you to wait a minute for something that is already on the page in front of you is idiotic. But I'm not going to delete it because I've already spent all this time typing about why it was a stupid idea!

Anyway, what happened outside was our other "friend" Slendy. We thought traveling in groups was supposed to keep you safe because Fears are territorial, but apparently these ones are just taking turns. We'll have to keep an eye out for the Black Dog next. Anyway, we heard the sound of footsteps which apparently was Slenderman even though he doesn't really walk and I've never seen any blogger describe Slenderman as having footsteps but whatever. It was him and he stood there, doing his thing. Which is somehow more boring and more frightening than Chilly's at the same time. Standing.

He just stood there as usual, staring at us without eyes. As soon as we saw him we all ran back into the room but Sean seemed...hesitant. I'm worried about him, really. He's fine and talkative most of the time, but whenever Slenderman shows up he goes quiet and doesn't speak again for hours. I hope he isn't being...y'know. Proxified.

But after a couple seconds he ran inside and we slammed the door. After a few seconds we heard the footsteps come closer and saw a shadow under (and somehow "through") the door. But the shadow faded away and silence kept with us for the rest of the night. The others spoke in hushed tones, while Sean and I just sat in our beds. Me surfing the web, him staring into space creepily.

But all in all no one was hurt, so a good day.

Thursday 17 January 2013

Attack

Last night we had a campfire. We stayed in the camping site longer than we should have, but we felt overly safe there. We sat around it by the glowing warmth of the flames, I checked out some other blogs with my laptop. The others chatted, but I'm not that talkative. I prefer my own company, I guess that's not very safe for a target such as I am. But change doesn't come easy.

Now, our group. There's Jane, she's running from the Rake. Johnathan, who's got the Black Dog on his tail (see what I did there? :P). Elisa, who's in my boat with Chilly after her, she seems to be dealing with it better than me. And Sean, he has the classic Slenderman hunting him.

We(they) told stories around the campfire. No ghost stories, we get enough of that from reality. I caught what I could when I wasn't too engrossed in others' stories and theories, there are some interesting ones out there, but everything still remains a theory. Especially with all this so-called dimensional bleeding, you don't know what's going on.

But I was definitely listening when Jane took a flute from her bag. She can play it very well, and the tune was fairly haunting. What with the environment and our lives kind of being ruined by evil monsters, that's not hard to achieve. But she somehow manages to make music to haunt you while making you feel better simultaneously. She's also very pretty. I know they all read this but that's no secret. I don't really do much about it though. If it wasn't clear to you already I don't socialize well.

Later on we settled down in our sleeping bags, the embers slowly fading away. Johnathan took the first watch, staying up to keep a look out for Fears and Proxies. I was just drifting off when I was yanked from my light sleep by Johnathan shouting. I scrambled out of the sleeping bag, I was bundled up as much as I can to protect from the cold. Elisa doesn't seem to feel the Chill as much as I do. I woke up to see Johnathan striking out with a baseball bat at something in the darkness.

I grabbed my flashlight and turned it on to see a pale, human figure hunched over Jane, long claws protruding from its fingers. The Rake was screaming at Johnathan as he hit it over and over again. It scuttled back, fang filled mouth open in an angry growl. It walked to the side, watching us with calculating eyes that glowed in the blackness. Jane ran to the back of the group. I grabbed my knife and held it defensively as Elisa took her own and Sean picked up his cricket bat. 

The beast skittered from side to side on all fours, crab-like. A continuous string of whispering could be heard from it, though its mouth wasn't moving. It feigned forward and dropped back again as we stood our ground. It charged forward and Sean hit it in the jaw, it faltered but despite the noticeable break in the bone it leapt atop him. I rushed forward and drove my knife into its back. I pulled my knife from its back as it retreated from Sean. It scampered into the trees, fading into the shadows.

Jane is alright, apart from a few cuts. Nothing serious and with the application of a couple bandages she should be fine in a couple days. Sean's also fine, only minor cuts that are already healing. I guess we should count ourselves lucky. Frankly, if the Rake didn't enjoy playing with its food I don't think we would have survived the encounter. 

Tuesday 15 January 2013

Jack Frost is a Jackass

Seeing as this appears to be the only way to get into contact with anyone else in my situation, I have made myself a blog. I am what most people seem to refer to as a Runner, and I guess that's as good a name as any. Though I'm sure Victims, Idiots and Corpses were all close runners up. To those of you who don't know what a Fear(note capital) is, turn back now, if you don't you may get more than you bargained for. I run from the one known as Jack Frost, Little Boy Blue, the Frozen Prince, the Abominable Snow Boy, but to all he is the Cold Boy. 

Long story short, blah blah blah, boring life, blah blah blah, isolation, blah blah blah, creepy child, blah blah blah, now I'm a Runner.

See how fast I can do that?

I've got my gang. A little squad of 4 other Runners. Normally I would travel alone but Frosty prefers people who do that so I'm traveling with them. They're fairly nosy, poking into my business. Well now you can find out what I'm doing while keeping your nose over there. So I get some peace and quiet. Honestly, I like sticking to myself. I enjoy solitude. But it seems Mr. Freeze doesn't care about your preferences. As long as you keep to yourself he decides he "wants to play".

We're staying in a camping park at the moment, and I'm freaking freezing my ass off here. The others don't seem to feel it but I can't seem capable of feeling anything but a constant chilling wind. I may enjoy solitude, but the cold doesn't sit well with me.

But this is just a greeting post to all my fellow Runners out there. Maybe I'll go into more detail later.

See ya later.