Nothing

I've got nothing new to report.
I just wanted to update so you all know that I'm doing well, all things considered.

~~X~~

Nothing New To Say

I'm just posting to let you all know that I'm alive and doing well. At least when it comes to the supernatural stuff, I am.

There are extra shadows in my house, but I'm not worried about them.

~~X~~

Discussions of Death

You've probably already read about the dream I had. If you have no idea what dream I'm talking about, go read my last post.

I wasn't able to get it out of my head so I decided to talk to Slendy about it and try to see if I could get him to answer my questions and maybe help me figure it out some more. It took a bit to be able to have this discussion because I did not see him until this morning.

To be honest I was a bit wary of talking to him.

I can still remember how angry he was when I woke up from that horrid dream.

My questions went something like this:

Enjoy freaking the shit out of me the other night?

Did you give me that dream?

Was it a threat to kill me or something?

Are you the one I should be afraid of?

What did it mean?

Where have you been?

Why does my arms tingle?

His answers were pretty short.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

Nottelling.

Places.

Changes.

Again, I find myself frustrated by his quietness with me. Sometimes I can get more out of him but he was not really keen on talking to me this morning. I guess he didn't have his coffee yet.
Still, I do feel better for some strange reason.

That and I do know that Aiden's still alive and kicking which makes me really happy. I had been worried about him but seeing him comment on my dream really perked me up.

~~X~~

I died.

Last night I had a dream where I died in a violent and graphic way.

I was running. I don't know where I was or where I was going. I was just running for my life. The woods seemed alive around me, twisting and turning and I had was certain that I was running in circles although my feet were pointed straight. The crunches and snaps of dry twigs and leaves underneath my feet echoed in my ears and my mind screamed at me to Runrunrunrun!

It was dark. Very little light pierced the trees and I had no idea whether it was daytime or nighttime. The scent of nature was strong but there was the cloying scent of blood over that and the taste of it in my mouth. My ribs burned, especially on the left side where I had broken them before and I was certain that they were broken again but I could not rest and I could not stop. Runrunrunrunrunrun!

The woods seemed to close in around me, making it harder to run. I slammed my shoulder against trees but I could not let it slow me down. I lost my shoes at some point, getting them stuck in some mud and having no time to free them. I pulled my feet free and continued on without them although the twigs and rocks hidden in the dark ground cut into the soles of my feet.

I reached a clearing suddenly, bursting out from the trees and tripping over a log. It was not a very large clearing, round, and there was nothing within it. The trees had grown overhead, blocking out all but a few rays of light. As I forced my abused body back to my feet, I heard laughter that chilled me to the bones, echoing through the trees. I had no idea where it was coming from, which way to go, and felt helpless. I was just about to start running blindly again when a piercing pain slashed across my leg and I went down on one leg. Frightened I tried to stand again but the laughter grew in volume and my other leg was slashed. I screamed but knew that no one could hear me but the creature chasing me.

I saw it then. It laughed at me, slowly circling me in its animalistic way. I grabbed a broken branch nearby, desperately trying to get it to back off. I managed to nail it in the temple and took the opportunity to force myself back up and run again, except my legs hurt so much that I could not build up speed. I hobbled through the forest, tripping and clumsy in my pain. I was panting and whimpering, unable to keep the yelps from escaping. It was no longer laughing as it followed me. It was snarling, growling, and promising to make my death slow.

I felt a sharp pain as it struck be from behind with the same branch I had used against it and I went down as my vision spotted with splotches of light and blackness. It grabbed me by the hair and yanked me over to face it. Then it began to slash my face, my arms when I tried to defend myself. It took it's time and the blackness was beginning to overtake my vision as it sliced into my chest in stomach.

I died in horrific pain and woke up, gasping and unable to make a sound.

Slenderman was at the foot of my bed, staring down at me. He felt angry, so angry and I wanted to scream, fearing him in the after throws of my dream. He reached for me and I had flinched but he touched me anyways. His tentacle, or whatever you want to call it, touched me in the temple. The world turned and I was out. I didn't dream, didn't think. There was nothing but black until I woke up again with sunlight lightening up my room and he was nowhere to be seen.

Any thoughts?

~~X~~