Olive-TheOutcast

   So I told Aspen about my ordeal. He doesn't believe me. He did tell me about an interesting story about how his little cousin saw a tall thin pale thing wearing a suit all the time for a week. We're dating now, which is cool I guess. Jerilyn thinks my pictures of Slenderman are cool and creative. Oh if she only knew!    I haven't seen him since Monday, when I posted my last entry. My cats starting to sleep in the same room with me again which is a good sign. Too bad I know it won't last.    I got the courage to look at those other pictures and videos. There's a five second video of the camera

   My camera won't work. I bought it a new battery, charged it, cleaned it up, even went to an electronic store to see if they could figure it out. They told me it was actually in excellent condition and didn't know why when I turned it on all I would see was black. I decided not to tell them about what happened the day before it stopped working.    He visited me on Friday night. I think he even went into my room. I was at my grandma's house, sleeping in the back room with the window facing the backyard. I left my camera running, which wasn't the best idea in the world. I woke up in the early morning hours, and

   The night after we got back from our camping trip, he was right at my window. I was up at my dad's house, and my bed was right next to my window on the first floor. Not fun.   It was a full moon that night (how corny, but its true.) And I could see his silhouette perfectly against my curtain. Just his hand though, and some...I don't even know. Tentacles maybe? coming all around my curtain. His hand took up the entire window, and it stretched and moved and curled in ways I would never think, even for such an outlandish creature.   "Leave me alone" I pleaded silently. I started to freak when I though I saw my curtain move, and a flash o

He is always there Just maybe a shadow under a tree, my dog rolling around on the floor, a tree in the far distance. I've always been a very paranoid child. I would take down pictures that I felt were "staring" at me, and turn around dolls in my bedroom. I would even feel around in my stuffed animals to see if they had some sort of hidden camera in them. Always nothing though, and my stuffed animals were always just that: stuffed. that wasn't the case when I grew up. I would come in and out of my paranoia. One day I just decided that I couldn't stand my stuffed animals anymore. Their once just lifeless gaze turned cold and indifferent. Th

Something about the way she moved Made me riot something in the way she talked made me scream something in her touch made me want less Something in her words might have made sense Those eyes that stare those lips that pout They have me now! And they want more! Her hungry eyes stared me down Head to toe, then turned around Oh what I'd like to do to that pretty face Oh I'd like to lead her to a far-away place Those fingers that move That body that sways Oh my body! Oh what a day! And they want more! Her silly smile faded into a frown as she noticed me She tried to flee It was too late, silly girl and she knew what she