Monday, August 16, 2010

Back

Finished widening out the gap. Planning to go back on Wednesday and actually see where it leads.


Oddly enough, I'm not getting a 'creepy feeling' from the cave itself. The woods, though, have severely set me on edge (for once)... even in broad daylight. It's probably just the product of an over active imagination, but worth reporting all the same.

Just an update...

Going back to the cave today. I have a feeling that Cale’s putting on a brave show about how much pain he’s in. He ought to be here in about twenty minutes, and I’m already set to go… so I’ve got some time to kill. I’m bringing the flashlight from last time and a couple of spare batteries, a book light, and a pack of glow sticks, just in case. Also some rope, a granola bar, a knife, a few bottles of water and some Asprin.

Yeah, it’s like Survivorman right now.

I haven’t had any further nightmares or startling revelations, lately.

That’s about all I have to say for now… catch you later.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Better.

Still in pain. It’s worn off a lot, though, so I’m considering going back the cave tomorrow.

Meanwhile, there’s nothing much to report. All the research I’m doing is either leading to the same information that I already have, or it’s completely contradictory. On the plus side, though, my original fear of Slendy has been eroded by the passage of time, hopefully meaning that I can be more objective with this whole project.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Haven't been able to type the past few days

Sorry for the long gap between posts. I think I damaged something in my arm.

I’m not the strongest girl, honestly. Swinging a hammer at a piece of rock ABOVE YOUR HEAD isn’t good no matter how strong you are, and when said rock is very adamant about not moving, it’s even worse. I’m typing with only my left hand.

Jessa didn’t help at all. Just bitched about how hot it was in the car.

Eventually, Cale and I chipped off a rather large section, and we were able to look inside. Past the small opening, there seems to be a tunnel. It twists off after about ten feet, so we couldn’t see anything beyond that.


I know for a fact that I can fit in that tunnel. A grown man might have a bit of difficulty squeezing 
in, but if I go on my stomach and basically army crawl through, I can avoid getting stuck.

We’ll have to widen out the opening a little bit more (not looking forward to that), and I’m seriously hoping no latent claustrophobia kicks in. I feel like this is the closest I’ve gotten to actually accomplishing anything on my Slendy hunt.

Now I’m going to go take some Aspirin and soak my arm in a tub of hot water.

Just one last parting note before I forget. Remember my fear that there we bugs in the cave? Not a one, even in the passage we found. And we usually have big fucking spiders around here. 
Nothing there, though. That’s a relief.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Currently at Cale’s place, having hijacked his computer while he goes to look for a hammer and gloves.

We got to the cave (Jessa’s tagging along, but she’s mostly just sitting in the van reading, so…) The stream is higher now, as the summer is starting to slide towards fall. It must have rained in the mountains last night, judging from the amount of mud. The cave, it turns out, is barely more than a sort of circular stone thing that’s been hollowed out by whatever natural elements are capable of doing that. Checked all the walls for the Operator Symbol and found nothing, but did find a whitish-grey, cotton-stuffed thing. It’s about the size of a fat pen. Honestly don’t want to know what it is.

Anyway, back to this cave thing. We were feeling this really strong breeze, which I was kind of excited about, thinking it might’ve had supernatural origins… turns out it was coming from a little gap in the upper cave wall, about as big around as a baseball. Of course, if there’s air coming through it, there must be a way for the air to get in, right?

So, we’re going to widen the gap out a little bit with a hammer, then shine the flashlight in and see if we can locate it’s source.

Probably not Slendy related, if I’m completely honest with myself. But still, I’m a little excited.

Laters.
A very dull day. No Slendy sightings, per usual. I have yet to see the guy once, despite my best efforts. Some people, who are plagued by him, probably want to switch places with me right about now. And you know, I’m all for that. If only.

I’ve changed my mind about what I said in my first post… what I said about not wanting to help people.

I do want to help.

Really.

I realized, at some point between lining the windows with clipped Bay Laurel leaves and reading some of my favorite blogs… that no one should have to feel as frightened as I did, lying there immobile. It must be what being stalked by Slendy feels like all the time. I can’t help with most deathly fears in the world – I’m not psychiatrist, and I’m not going to discover a cure for any horrible disease soon – but I can help with this.

I think I owe that small thing to the world.

Just don’t expect much else from me.

I’m going to give Cale a call, see if he can give me a lift up to the cave I found the other day. It’s the best lead I’ve got so far.

Time to pack. I’ll grab a flashlight, a few extra batteries, and twenty dollars… just in case.

Okay, that’s the last time. I promise.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

3:00 a.m.

Woke up with the most severe case of sleep paralysis I’ve ever had. I didn’t realize it at first, just kind of laid there, half-conscious. Then I started to feel… really fucking scared. Scared like, if you just rounded a corner and found a grizzly bear shuffling through some garbage, and you knew that if you moved at all, it’d see you, and if you didn’t move, it’d eventually look up and see you, so you’re screwed either way. That kind of scared.

It took maybe a second of that for my mind to go straight to Slendy. Well, much as I’ve wanted to meet the guy, no way am I letting anyone take my goddamn organs. I tried to reach up under my pillow, already wondering if a knife would REALLY have that much of an effect on Slendy, and then I realized that I couldn’t move. I was absolutely frozen.

I’ve had sleep paralysis before. Twice, in the same night. I know what it feels like, and I realized what was happening.

Okay. SP does that sometimes, causes strong emotions. Usually fear. At least I wasn’t hallucinating visually. It wasn’t necessarily Hagging (feeling that something is sitting on your chest and holding you down), but I had this feeling almost like – this sounds so clich├ęd – I was in a coffin or something. Just something pressing from all sides. I felt like I could move because there was a physical resistance like a wall preventing me from doing so.

Weird.

In a few minutes, the paralysis lifted. Too strung out to even consider going back to sleep, I got up, snuck past Dad (who was asleep on the couch) and poured myself a glass of water.

Then I looked at the clock.

3:07.

That messed with my head. I knew I could count on having lain there, paralyzed, for at least five or six minutes – give another one or two to deciding to get up out of bed and walking to the kitchen, meaning that I woke up at 3:00 am. The time of night when most paranormal activity occurs.

As you can see, I haven’t gone back to bed yet.

When I say paranormal, I mean in reference to ghosts and demons and crap, because 3:00 is apparently the time when the “veil between the worlds is thinnest” according to basically everyone ever. If Slendy is already in our world, which he seems to be, then he doesn’t really need a thin veil to get through.

Was it Slendy? Was it something else? Am I being too paranoid? This whole thing is really getting under my skin. I’ve been sleeping with a fucking nightlight, for Christ’s sake. I hate being alone. I’m always checking, out of the corner of my eye, whipping around to look behind me, trying to see if anyone’s there. I think it’s all psychological, but I’m going to play it safe and act as if it’s not.

Slendy, darling – I’m all up for chatting with you outside, or maybe in a Starbucks, or, if you insist, in a club so that you can keep an eye out for anyone who might be committing the horrendous offense of “wifin’”. But sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night? I don’t know if we know each other well enough for that yet. Maybe we should slow things down. Get to know each other before we take the next step. I mean, you could take me out to a movie or something. I’m free Saturday night.