tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78725741488412174092024-03-14T02:29:57.789-07:00Flashlights In The DarkKayomiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01317936749572723706noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-17054724303093848102013-08-21T10:01:00.001-07:002013-08-21T10:01:20.541-07:00Holy snap.So much has happened that I don't even know where to begin.<br />
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I guess I'll start by saying, "HI! I'm alive! I think."<br />
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<b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">~~X~~</b>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-32213206429388872292012-05-28T17:22:00.001-07:002012-05-28T17:22:15.458-07:00NothingI've got nothing new to report.<br />
I just wanted to update so you all know that I'm doing well, all things considered.<br />
<br /><b>~~X~~</b>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-17242524392969745412012-04-16T09:54:00.001-07:002012-04-16T09:55:17.305-07:00Nothing New To SayI'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.<br /><div style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; ">There are extra shadows in my house, but I'm not worried about them.</div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div><b>~~X~~</b></div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-72301464899741117092012-03-04T20:20:00.002-08:002012-03-04T20:29:34.827-08:00Discussions of DeathYou'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.<div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; ">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.</div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b>T</b>o be honest I was a bit wary of talking to him. </div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b>I</b><span style="font-weight: normal; "> can still remember how angry he was when I woke up from that horrid dream.</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b>M</b><span style="font-weight: normal; ">y questions went something like this:</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b>E</b><span style="font-weight: normal; ">njoy freaking the shit out of me the other night?</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><span style="font-weight: normal; ">Did you give me that dream?</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; ">Was it a threat to kill me or something?</div><div style="font-style: normal; ">Are you the one I should be afraid of?</div><div style="font-style: normal; ">What did it mean?</div><div style="font-style: normal; ">Where have you been?</div><div style="font-style: normal; ">Why does my arms tingle?</div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; ">His answers were pretty short.</div><div><i>Yes.</i></div><div><i>No.</i></div><div><i>Yes.</i></div><div><i>No.</i></div><div><i>Nottelling.</i></div><div><i>Places.</i></div><div><i>Changes.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; ">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.<br />Still, I do feel better for some strange reason. </div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; ">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. </div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><b>~~X~~</b></div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-23160062779748631772012-02-27T11:21:00.002-08:002012-02-27T11:42:14.591-08:00I died.<span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Last night I had a dream where I died in a violent and graphic way.</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">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 <i>Runrunrunrun!</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><i><br /></i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">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.<i> Runrunrunrunrunrun</i>! </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">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.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "> </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">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. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br />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. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">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.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">I died in horrific pain and woke up, gasping and unable to make a sound. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">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 </span>after throws<span style="font-size: 100%;"> 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.</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Any thoughts?</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>~~X~~</b></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-38227664244940379782011-11-27T17:50:00.001-08:002011-11-27T17:55:10.186-08:00Update! ....Yay?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #38761d;">Yo, guys.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">No, it's nothing new with me... Well, other than a funny Black Friday story. For some reason, Corporate put the store that I work at opening at midnight instead of 4 am on the website that day.... And people were trying to get in. Mall security wouldn't let them, so one of the customers called the cops on the store. The cops thought it was mall security calling for backup so they brought the drug dogs with them. Half the line vanished... Albeit we were still WAY busy all damn day.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">On the other hand, my friend Kenneth, the guy with the weird haunting thingie happen to him at Medicine Park, may have seen Slendy in the Walmart by my house overnight Black Friday. Only thing that makes not only me and him but Xi kinda doubt this is that the poor guy had gone 29 hours with no sleep. So maybe he saw him, maybe he didn't.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">I did go to Medicine Park Black Friday with my parents, but I didn't notice anything odd or have anything happen. Just thought I'd mention it. Whatever it was that attacked him might have only wanted him and his friend gone, or only goes after people in couples or alone or something.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Later!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Kayomie</span></div>Kayomiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01317936749572723706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-24991813365217748282011-11-15T22:13:00.001-08:002012-02-27T11:52:37.885-08:00Lady In The Mirror, Slendy in the ClosetTo make this clear, the Lady in the mirror has <i>always</i><b style="font-style: italic; "> </b>been there since I can remember.<br />She has never been friendly.<br /><br />I just mention it lately because I've been exposed more to mirrors in dark rooms lately than I usually. There's also the fact that with all this extra exposure, I've noticed more details about her than I did in the past and her energy feels different - stronger.<br />It could just be me. Maybe I'm just more in tune to her stuff?<br /><br />I saw Slendy last night. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I saw my closet door (which is a purple curtain instead of a door) shift. So I sit up and begin to untangle myself from my blankets to get up because I thought one of my cats had gotten into my room without me noticing and was fucking around in my closet.<br /><br />Then I see his hand pushing the curtain aside, ducking and stepping into my room. He comes over and stops at the edge of my bed and just stares. I was staring back for a while and then I get cold so I start recovering myself with my blankets. When I finish he's still there, still staring.<br /><br />Then he tilted his head, stared for a while longer, and left my room. He was even nice enough (ha) to shut my door behind him.<br /><br />I could feel him moving around the house but I'm not sure what he was doing. He was gone when I woke up.<br /><br />I don't know if he touched anything or moved stuff. I have three cats and they like moving stuff so I wouldn't know if it was them or him. My house is too permeated with the Lady's energy right now for me to be able to catch any residual energy.<br />Maybe I'll figure it out when I go home tonight.<br />Maybe not.<br />Maybe I should've just <b>asked</b> him what he was doing.<br /><br />Good luck finding a job Aiden. Hugs!<br />I've got a job interview coming up at Spencers. Hopefully I'll get the job.<br /><br /><b>~~X~~</b>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-24844405400627321582011-11-12T06:22:00.001-08:002011-11-12T06:34:51.323-08:00Merf... Update While I'm Thinkin' About It<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Hey, guys.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Sorry, I haven't posted anything. Like I mentioned awhile ago, normally I don't have shit happen to me. It's normally people around me. Not a clue why. I kinda forgot to post about these things when they happened, but at least I'm posting now...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Last month, my two guy friends, Colton and Kenneth, had some weird supernatural shit go down. ...Well, and my baby sister MIGHT have had a sighting of Slendy up at a kid's park. She and her friends were "hunting ghosts" 'cause it was Halloween the following week and they were on fall break. At both locations, they freaked themselves out too bad to even really see anything so they went to Kidzone, a big playground. They're just chilling and they swear they saw him. And no, I didn't tell her about Slendy. I wouldn't do that. Her friend told her. Well, my sis says she left her twenty dollas in the car and they all bolt back to the vehicles. Everybody's fine, but it's still worrying...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"> Kenneth was up by Medicine Park, a suburb of where Xi and I live, taking pictures with a friend of his. After a bit, the dogs nearby start going beserk. The temperature MAJORLY drops and they see this faceless tan thing. They freak out and bolt back to the actual town to calm down and maybe head back out for more pics. I think they were headed to a restaurant there when the same thing happens, albeit it's MUCH closer this time and the thing screams at them. Kenneth also swears that he saw some guy in a suit run behind the restaurant. I'm not sure exactly what it was, but I still suggested that he carry something with him as protection in case it was something after him specifically.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Kenneth and Colton's thing happened about a week before my sister's did and well... It's too close together for me to feel comfortable for it to be coincidence...Colton didn't actually see this, but he was present for it and mentioned it over Skype when we were IMing one night. He and his family had had a big fight earlier that week. I don't know what about, I didn't think it was my business to ask. But shortly after, his mom, his dad, and his younger brother start seeing this demon thing outside the house. He didn't know if the animals reacted to it at all, but still enough to freak anyone out. So, his dad decided to do a smudging of the property. For anyone who doesn't know, it's when someone takes an herb, sage normally, gets it smoking, and walks around the room or the house. It's supposed to cleanse the place. No more sightings after that, but I thought it was worth mentioning...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Welp, that's all from me. I'm gonna go try and get some more sleep. Y'all stay safe!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Kayomie</span><br />
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</div>Kayomiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01317936749572723706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-9353057169209715292011-11-05T12:56:00.000-07:002011-11-05T13:06:37.351-07:00Back From The DeadWell, not literally but you know what I mean.<div><br /></div><div>Aiden, I'm not angry at you and I forgive you. Yada yada. You went through a hard time and I can't hold your reaction against you. I'm just glad you seem to be doing better. I've been really worried.<br /><br />Okay, I know I've been quiet lately so I suppose I'll write an update on both the freaky and non-freaky to explain why I've been away - starting with the non-freaky.<br /><br />I have been job hunting like crazy because I desperately need a job. It's getting harder and harder to pay rent and bills. In fact, our electricity is cut of right now and so is our internet/phone. I have to go to a friend's everyday to eat, drink, shower, and all that as well as to get online. So you see why I'm desperate for a job.<br /><br />Something on a happier note - I've been particpating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) this year. The challenge is to write 50000 words in 30 days and I'm ahead of schedule with 14247 words.<br /><br />I still have been sleeping at home during the nights which ties into the freaky. I haven't seen Slendy in a while, but I've been seeing something else quite often. There are a lot of large mirrors in my house. There are two tall mirrors in my living room and on the opposite of the house there are the master bathroom mirrors that directly fit in between the two tall mirrors in the living room... For some reason, knowing this, always sets me on edge. Then again, I have always had a fear of mirrors and the layout of the mirrors on that side of the house freaks me because it almost feels like a mortal opens if I have the doors open and the mirrors can reflect each other.<br /><br />I see glimpses of a woman in the mirror that isn't me. She's taller, thinner, and most definitely not friendly. No, I'm not mistaking myself for her because when I see her, I still see myself in the reflection. She's just there as well, even when I'm alone in a room.<br /><br />She's hateful and dangerous and I can't stay in a darkened room with a mirror for long.<br /><br /><br /></div><div>Fuck Slendy. He doesn't scare me one bit.</div><div>But this mirror lady... She's been scaring the crap out of me since I was a little tyke!<br /><br />((And no, she's NOT bloody mary or anything like that.))<br /><br /><b>~~X~~</b></div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-7876610611714669552011-09-19T12:19:00.000-07:002011-09-19T12:19:39.616-07:00Update<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Last Monday, coming back from a cousin's wedding in Fargo, ND, I thought I caught a quick glimpse of Slendy on the side of the road. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, it's just that I haven't had any Slendy stuff happen and I've kinda been busy with different stuff. I'm playing catch-up now so that I'm not completely in the dark and for some reason I'm getting less hours at work even though most of the other people has class and other shit to do.</span></div>
Kayomiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01317936749572723706noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-64776299892662423442011-08-14T16:12:00.001-07:002011-08-14T16:14:37.647-07:00One by OneThey're all going mad.<div>One by one, life by life.</div><div>They've lost what they loved, what stablized them.</div><div>They're putting the memories of those they've loved and lost to shame.</div><div>Darkening the beauty of what they once had.</div><div>Shaming themselves and their loved ones in their madness.</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>It's hard to see all of this happen.</div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-55370420560373705542011-08-09T14:44:00.000-07:002011-08-09T14:55:08.075-07:00Addressing Comments<div><i>Aiden </i>- I've been trying to stay on top of everything that's going on with you and everyone. I'm sorry things aren't going well and I hope they get better soon.</div><div>I'm trying to find some way I can help, but alas my search is rather futile. The most I can do is offer my love and support as a friend.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I live even if there has been a few troubling things in my life lately. Nothing to worry about though. I have everything mostly under control.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>As for you '<i>Tiger</i>'. I'm sorry for everything that you're going through, but you really shouldn't waste your time vaguely threatening me. I am not your enemy, nor was I ever. You may not be yourself, but I still am your friend. </div><div>Besides, you and whoever else you are working with right now will not be able to hurt me even if you tried. I am out of your reach and I have Slenderman's protection as well as my own abilities.</div><div>
<br /></div><div><i>Kayomie</i>, don't trouble yourself over someone vaguely threatening me.</div><div>I'm safe, I'm alive, and I'm going to stay that way.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I wasn't kidding before when I said I have the ability to protect myself. Even before <i>he </i>did whatever he did to me, I had my own tricks. I had power before and he only amplified it as well as giving me some new tricks. </div><div>
<br /></div><div><b>~~X~~</b></div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-35525590138519200432011-08-06T22:14:00.001-07:002011-08-06T22:14:51.061-07:00I live!<div><br /></div><div>Just updating to let you all know that.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>~~X~~</b></div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-2638992283058924182011-07-23T14:22:00.000-07:002011-07-23T14:23:37.430-07:00Fucking Neighbors<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #38761d;">Jesus, fuck, I hate my next-door neighbor. It's bad enough that once her female cat had kittens, she kicked both her and the kittens out of the house where the other cats that are either strays or cats whose owners don't fucking bother trying to keep them in their yards can get at. She made it worse a while ago. I wanna say that she left to go to a job interview in San Diego about two months ago and packed up her kids, dog, and male cat AND LEFT THE MAMA AND KITTENS BEHIND! My parents and I started feeding and watering the family about a month ago because we couldn't stand seeing the things starve. So, yeah, on top of the Slendershit thing, I've got cats I'm stressing about because my neighbor is a fucking bitch. And we've already had one kitten die because a stray cat, we think, got at him. Goddammit... I gotta chill a bit.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Later!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Kayomie</span></div>Kayomiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01317936749572723706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-33941428104600625872011-07-18T16:44:00.000-07:002011-07-18T16:44:05.926-07:00Sorry<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Sorry, I haven't updated in a while, guys. I've been busy as fuck and haven't had time. Plus Blogger's been being a bitch and won't let me comment. I'm behind as utter hell in the blogosphere. If y'all have any new info, feel free to share. I just got back from Tokyo in Tulsa, so I'm recouping from that and the elevator from the hotel probably knocked the rocks in my head loose 'cause my inner balance is messed up. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Anywho, </span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Later!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Kayomie</span>Kayomiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01317936749572723706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-61791340963935498382011-06-28T17:50:00.000-07:002011-06-28T18:01:23.346-07:00Bleeding hell...I've been keeping out of this battle, out of this fight. The only thing that tied me to anyone of you was the fact that Slendy stalks me and is doing something to me. I came here to try to seek answers, that's all. Slendy was never a threat to me or any of my friends down here, for some odd reason and I never worried. I just wanted to know what was going on with me, what he was doing to me.<br /><div><br /></div><div>He recharged me today, feeding me some more of his smokey tendrils. It had started to hurt since it was more than the last time and my body rebelled, but it stayed down.<br /><br /><br />I can't keep the wool over my eyes. Slendy may be kind to me, in his own way, but It is getting to be a problem after the tragic blow It dealt to the 'family' I considered friends. I can't pretend It doesn't affect me anymore. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'll do everything in my power to help you guys. </div><div>You're not in this alone.<br /><br /><br /><b>~~X~~</b></div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-88135885412584267752011-06-26T08:29:00.000-07:002011-06-26T08:36:05.354-07:00Keeping things going...<div>I'm going to go ahead and share the answers to these little riddles so that everyone else has them, because the game can't be slowed or stopped. It's too much fun!<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>He's learning something he knows very well.</i></div><div><i>Something you and I have but he never had.</i></div><div><i>Something that makes us prey and he the<b> predator</b>.</i></div><div><i><br /></i>Our mortality.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Useful tool for who in darkness dwell. Within you, <b>corrupting</b> like a deadly spell.</i></div><div><br />Poison.</div><div><br /><br />You might be wondering why I'm doing this. Why I'm playing this game... Because knowledge is power, mon amis, and <i>he</i> doesn't want you to know what I know. I'm seeing how far I can push him until he does something to stop <b>me</b><i> - </i>if he even can!<br /><br /><b>~~X~~</b></div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-14667932854178329612011-06-21T17:12:00.000-07:002011-06-21T17:54:13.971-07:00Riddle Me This<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Useful tool for who in darkness dwell. Within you, corrupting like a deadly spell.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">~~X~~</span></div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-40543899864358181202011-06-19T07:36:00.000-07:002011-06-21T17:53:54.740-07:00Play with Me<div>Have you noticed that <i>he's </i>been on edge and upset lately?<br />Do you know why? I DO!<br /><br />I could tell you, I could explain it all and allow you the power of that knowledge but I won't! It's no fun if I answer the riddle for you, now is it? </div><div><br /></div><div>But I know you'll play my game.</div><div>Because I know you want this power over <i>him</i> too!<br /><br /><br />So play with me, little ones.<br /><br /><br />~~X~~</div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-31720751805150102112011-05-31T07:56:00.000-07:002011-05-31T08:07:32.291-07:00Veins?I get pains in my veins, just in one spot. If I slap the area it'll move up or down my arm and eventually just break apart or something. I think it's something like a bloodclot messing with me...<br />This is something I've had for a while, but I've started noticing patterns in when the way they come. Before, I never could find a pattern, but now I see one.<br /><div><br /></div><div>They come when <i>he </i>comes near and when he leaves. They always pass though.</div><div>They also come when I use the extendo-arm thing and sometimes, when I dream things involving <i>him</i>, I wake up with the pain.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm mostly just amused by this.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>~~X~~</b></div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-67704454189506305322011-05-24T12:39:00.000-07:002011-05-24T12:39:54.191-07:00MERF<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #38761d;">Blogger's being a bitch and won't let me comment... Probly a good thing since I had a Grammar Nazi moment. Anyway... The only new thing is that I've kinda had been stupid in mentioning this, but if anyone's seen the latest Marble Hornets vid... Um, not totheark's response, the one where Jay got pounced by Slendy. Yeah... The structure that looked part tree and part house? I've got one within walking distance of my house... I haven't gone exploring around it, yet.</span></div>Kayomiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01317936749572723706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-25798034039604307262011-05-21T12:42:00.000-07:002011-05-21T12:56:20.049-07:00Fabulous<div>I just got back from the city. Went up there to root a friend of mine on in his first drag pageant.</div><div>He didn't win, but he didn't get last place either, but the judges didn't give him that much points because he wasn't.... Eh, how to say this...</div><div>The judges wanted BAM!drag, not convincable drag. They wanted whacked up-dos that real girls would never wear, makeup that looked unflattering, sequins, glitter, and back-up dancers and everything. </div><div>I don't like those judges.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had a great weekend, partially in thanks to a psychic vampire that got a kick out of trying to drain me. </div><div>Now, don't start worrying about me letting a psychic vampire nom on me all day. I've got a surplus of energy thanks to my empathy. I feel and absorb the emotions of others and it tends to bottle up since I can't release it so it's a good thing that he kept feeding off of me. </div><div>I feel lighter and more relaxed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Um... You probably are more interested in the 'freaky shit' part of it all (unless psychic vampires are freaky enough for you.) Let's see... I saw some graffiti related to <i>him</i> in the city. He wasn't around very much, mostly far away. That silly stretched feeling. He was closeby once. I saw him when the psychic vampire and I were on the padio of my friend's apartment having a smoke. He was standing off in the distance, half hidden by the corner and just watching.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Other than that? Nothing new to say.</div><div><br /></div><b>~~X~~</b>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-7597626707882693962011-05-18T08:34:00.000-07:002011-05-18T08:47:57.971-07:00*Insert witty title here*<div>Don't worry Aiden, I'll try not to hurt anyone too badly while you're gone and I'll do my best to keep Kayomie from losing it.</div><div><br /></div><div>But first.... I'm going back to bed. I feel like shit and my stomach hurts. I can't feel this crud if I'm asleep.</div><div>You know who seems to be in a bad mood by this. Then again, I should be in the bad mood since he scared the shit out of me watching me lose my dinner last night. I think I told him to go fuck himself with something, but I can't quite recall. I was a bit out of it. </div><div><br /></div><div>And hour later I asked him if he knew of what was making me sick?</div><div><b>Slow but need removal of source to reduce threat.</b></div><div>So that's a.... maybe? Then again, why would he need to know human illnesses?</div><div><br /></div><div>Sandwich, then bed. Good idea? Eh, what does it matter, I'm going to do it anyways.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>~~X~~</b></div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-76344928200272301822011-05-17T12:33:00.000-07:002011-05-17T14:32:42.508-07:00Oh hell noKILL HER. RIP HER GUTS OUT. BLEED HER DRY. KILL HER. RIP HER GUTS OUT. BLEED HER DRY. KILL HER. RIP HER GUTS OUT. BLEED HER DRY. KILL HER. RIP HER GUTS OUT. BLEED HER DRY. KILL HER. RIP HER GUTS OUT. BLEED HER DRY. KILL HER. RIP HER GUTS OUT. BLEED HER DRY. KILL HER. RIP HER GUTS OUT. BLEED HER DRY.<br /><div><br /><div>Alright, I feel better now. Sort of.</div><div>I have one less roommate now since my so called 'sister' showed up with the cops, waking me from a very nice dream, and took her shit. I don't care that she's gone and moved out - good riddance. Things have been calmer at the house since she's been staying over at someone else's anyways.<br />What pissed me off is that she felt the need to bring cops over to get her shit, like we're some kind of monsters who will throw a fit over her leaving when she's been a pain in our ass since almost day one?</div></div><div>See, I wasn't even pissed at her then. I just calmly watched and even helped her gather her stuff, but I couldn't help but get mad when I asked here "Where are you living now?" and she tells me "Don't ask" and won't tell me because it'll upset my other roommate?<br />LIKE I WOULD TELL MY OTHER ROOMMATE ANYTHING! Geez! She's the one who sat there and specifically told someone something I asked her to keep secret since it wasn't any of their business! </div><div><br /></div><div>I find out after she leaves, though another source, that she's moved in with one of my roommate's parents.<br />Great, so she prefers <b>pill-poppers and perverts</b> over us.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hell's to good for her.</div><div>I'd see her remains hanging in a bag from a tree and still would feel that that's too good of an ending for that back-stabbing, lying little cunt.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Can you tell I'm pissed?</div><div><br /><b>~~X~~</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*Edit*</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm in the mood to watch something about Jack the Ripper. Anyone know a good movie or show? Heck, even good fiction on the internet would be dandy. Something that isn't a documentary. I've already seen those.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm about to watch <i>From Hell</i> despite it being horribly wrong, but it's the best I can find right now.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yes, I'm strange and have a thing for Jack the Ripper. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7872574148841217409.post-9473940897219396132011-05-16T15:07:00.001-07:002011-05-16T15:18:29.226-07:00Some thoughts...If you don't know what I meant in the blog about the extendo-arms, go read the comments there. I don't feel like repeating myself. I'm still having issues comprehending what happened.<div>It wasn't the first time and if <i>his</i> amusement gives me any indication, it won't be the last.</div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of him, he's been keeping his distance from me - standing and watching from a distance.<br />I asked him why but that hardly helped clear things up.</div><div><b>Not safe.</b></div><div>I asked him what isn't safe.</div><div><b>You.</b></div><div>Now, that confused and worried me so I said, "Don't you protect me?"</div><div><b>Yes.</b></div><div>"If you're protecting me, why am I not safe?"</div><div><br /></div><div>He chose not to elaborate and left for a while, as if to punish me for prying by making me feel that stretching sensation I get when he's gone.</div><div><br /></div><div>Is it safe to say that things on my end are making less sense?</div><div><br /></div><div><b>~~X~~</b></div>ShadowedXirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11447744682406837311noreply@blogger.com0