Thursday, March 31, 2011


I woke up today to find that somewhat threatening post on my blog. I'd love to say my account was hacked. I'd love to say that someone had gotten a hold of my password.

But I saw this.

Gas Mask. Well, Archangel I guess. He was in my room last night. He used my computer to post that message.

Crystal is right. It's not safe here. I've decided to leave with her.


you have chosen

joey steward

to reject us

we are unhappy

run along

find the STRANGER

he can not protect you

embrace the archangel

Monday, March 28, 2011

Crystal's Story

I met C today.

Her name is Crystal. She's 26 years old. Seven years older than me.

We met at a library at 5pm, about three and a half hours ago. She's a really pale woman, with dark, sunken-in eyes and long, tangled, unevenly cut hair. She was wearing a bunch of old clothes, and I think I saw some crust in the fabric. I don't want to know how long it's been since she washed them.

We sat down at a table in the back of the library. Obviously, I can't remember the exact words of our conversation, but I'll try my best to get this accurate as possible:

"So," I said, as we sat down. "You're C?"

"'Crystal' will do," she told me. "I was in a library in Los Angeles when I found your blog."

"They have libraries in Los Angeles?"

She ignored my little attempt at a joke. "I don't know what I was looking for exactly. I guess I was trying to find some evidence of it's existence... Anyway, I somehow found your blog, and I saw the Twin Triangles on one of your pictures--"

I interrupted her there. "You saw the what?"

"The Twin Triangles. That's what I call it anyway. It's its symbol-- two triangles, one upside down, overlapping each other. I don't know if there's some sort of official name, but the symbol shows up wherever it does. Those pictures you posted of that construction site... It was scratched into a wall. That's how I knew the Archangel was targeting you."

We were silent for a moment, and then I asked: "What is the Archangel?"

She shook her head. "I don't know, exactly. Some sort of... thing. I guess the best way to explain it would be to explain how I met it." She hesitated. "I was born and raised in Montreal. My family had me, my mom, my dad, and my older brother David. Anyway, about six years ago my brother was killed in a car accident." She hesitated again. "He was dead... I helped clean out his room, I saw them put the coffin in the ground... but he was there too. At the funeral. The cemetery. I saw him just standing there behind a tree, watching."

There was a long pause after that. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't think of what. Thankfully, she continued before anything came to mind: "I kept seeing him, throughout the next few weeks. Standing outside my window. Walking across the street. I saw him in the mall once. He was following me. I thought I was going crazy... I never told anyone, though. Just kept it to myself. Then one night, I was at a party. I was walking back to my car, drunk out of my mind... and he was there in the passenger seat. Nearly shocked me into sobriety. Then he attacked me."

It was at this point that I was reminded of my own encounter with one of the recently departed.

"I don't remember much of that night," Crystal continued. "Most of its blur. Somehow I managed to get away. I guess I must gone sober at some point, since I managed to get home without wrecking. That's when I found the first note. It was written in my brother's handwriting. Had the Twin Triangles drawn on it, and said something about how I should embrace the Archangel. No capital letters either. I went to my room, locked the door and windows and curled up in my bed. I don't think I slept at all that night. It was like that for the next few weeks. Notes left at my door, my brother... and I started seeing other people too-- people I knew who had died. My grandma... My uncle... I never saw them together-- I don't think the Archangel can use more one body at a time."

I interrupted her again here. "What?"

"That's what it does, or at least that's what I think it does. The Archangel... I don't think it has a physical body, so it needs to use the dead to interact with the world. Anyway, after a few more weeks of this, I just withdrew all my money from the bank, quit my job, left a few messages for the people who knew me, and ran. I managed to sneak across the border, down to the States, and I've been running ever since, taking up whatever jobs are available to me to keep the cash flowing. But the Archangel's never been far behind, so I've had to keep moving." She leaned back, and I realized for the first time that there were tears in her eyes, and she had been struggling not to cry since she'd started this story. "I don't know why it's after me, and I don't know why it's after you, and I don't know anything about a Slender Man, either. But, Joey, listen to me: you have to run. This thing won't just let you go. If you stay here, you'll die, and that thing will take your body and start parading around with it. You can come with me if you want-- just don't stay here."

...I don't feel like posting the rest of what happened. I'm sorry, guys, but there's a lot I need to think about.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

The Archangel

I just got home from my weekly Psychiatrist visit. He gave me some medicine, different kind than last, but I'm not going to take it. Best be careful-- I'm just now beginning to calm down after that last pill fiasco.

Anyway, I stumbled across a blog called brighter than a spoon, and as I read it, something clicked in my head. "There's more out there than just Slender Man"...

What if I've been looking at this the wrong way? What if "Archangel" isn't just another name for Slender Man? What if the Archangel is something completely different? It would certainly make sense. Hell, it would explain a lot. But I can't find any information on it, besides Biblical angels, and somehow I doubt they're the same thing.

Please, if anyone knows anything about this Archangel, tell me.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011


I got home tooday and I found two noets waitiung for me.

The first was in the mailbox. If you've been reading the commnets, then you know someone called "C" has been commenting on this blog. Well, he left me a message. He wants to meet in person. C, I understannd if you mean well, but I really am not in a modd to meet someone at the momment.

The second note, well...
This was on my bedrtoom door. C? Did you leave this? Stay the fuck away from me. Just STAY THE FUICK AWAY FROM ME!

Woke Up in the Middle of the Night...

Hello there.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Return of the Headaches

I think I found what I miss the most about the pills: I never had any headaches when I took them.

Now my head is throbbibg again and I know-- I just know- that he is outside my windomw again. nhe Slender MaN. Oh God myn hands won't stiop shaking. My head hurts so muych and my hands justy keep shaking. Will I ever get over this? IO just want this yo enmd. I want thiings to go bacvk tyo normal.

Todayu I byumped intpo the wall becausr I thoughty there waAS and entranceway therew.

I see whats not thertre, and I don't ser what ISSDS therwe....

I wanat my medicine.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Dreams and Cats

Last night I dreamed that I was in a long hallway, and the walls were made of light and shadow, and as I walked I got less and less tired, and then I ran and I was suddenly in a field, and Slender Man and Gas Mask were both there, on opposite sides of the field, watching me.

When I woke up, there was a white cat looking into my face. I don't own any pets. The cat climbed up onto my bed, and then up to ceiling, and I saw that its body was incredibly long. It reached the ceiling and kept twisting and circling around like a snake. I never saw its hind legs.

I blinked, and the cat was gone.

I'm starting to regret getting rid of those pills.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead? LIVING DEAD GIRL

Pills Are Lies

Yesterday, I went to see that psychiatrist again. I thanked him for the pills he gave me, told them they were a big help. He just looked at me with this confused, concerned look on his face and said: "I never gave you any pills."

When I got home I flushed all the pills down the toilet. Then I lay in bed, trying to push everything out of my mind. It wasn't easy. The Slender Man was outside my window again. Watching me.

My hands are shaking, and I keep seeing things. I think I'm going into withdrawal.

Friday, March 18, 2011


I'm calm now. Dead people attack. Zombies. Zombies moan and groan and tear the flesh off with their teeth. No zombies here though. Alone. Always alone.

I dont know who you are C. I don't need byou. Go away. Medicine protects me.

Thursday, March 17, 2011


I had a night class today, and the instructor let us out early. My car was in a parking garage on the other side of campus, so it was sort of a long walk.

Anyway, after a few minutes of walking, I realized that someone had been walking behind me since I left class. Whoever it was, they were keeping their distance though, and let's face it, with everything that's happened, I could just be jumpy, so I ignored my mysterious follower.

Big mistake.

As I was opening my car door, she just ran up behind me, grabbed me by the hair, and slammed my head against the car door. I was disoriented, so I wasn't really able to fight back as she threw me to the ground and started kicking me in the ribs.

I managed to get my wits back around the time the knife came out. The girl stabbed down at me, and managed to get some skin off my shoulder, but I was able to roll away in time to avoid any serious damage. She kcked at me again. Got me right in the chest. Damn that hurt. But I was able to kick at her knees and scramble to my feet. She fell when I kicked her, and I managed to get into my car and get the fuck out of there.

It wasn't until I got home that I realized that I recognized her. Her face had been all over the news just a few weeks ago. She was the first victim. They found her body on the beach. I was attacked by a dead girl.

I was attacked by a fucking dead girl.

Monday, March 14, 2011

The World in Flames

He was outside again. The Slender Man. I don't know why I did it, maybe my mind was still under the pills' influence, but when I saw Him standing out there, I went outside. I walked right toward Him and stopped about a meter or two away from Him. And I asked Him a simple question: "What do you want?"

Of course, He didn't say anything. I don't know if I expected Him too, but He moved. He lifted His arm, and I just stood there and watched as His hand melted away, revealing tendrils of complete blackness crawling forth from His body. They stretched out toward me, and their tips settled on my forehead. They were cold to the touch, and my skin felt stiff wherever they made contact, and suddenly I wasn't standing in my front yard anymore.

I was in a great city, under a black sky. All around me, buildings crumbled and fell as flames engulfed them. Ash fell from the sky, covering everything the flames did not. Before my eyes, Gas Mask floated down from the heavens to stand before me, and I swear he was smiling under that mask. I looked up to see where he had come from, and I saw nothing. Oh, I felt something. I felt eyes watching me. I felt wings flapping in the skies. I felt a presence, concentrated in the world above, but at the same time lingering all around me. I looked up into that great empty void, and a single thought filled my mind:


And then I was lying in my bed, as if I had awoken from some dream. I sat up, and I looked out my window, just in time to see Slender Man fade away into the night. And standing in front of His retreating form, I saw myself. My body crumpled when His tendrils left my skin, and I seemed to just sink into the grass below.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

No Worries

Gas Mask outside again. I think he's the killer. Killed three people. Beat them to death. Left their bodies at the beach. Splash!

He's watching my window. Think he's watching me. Been standing there for fifteen minutes. Just watching.

But I'm not worried. Not as long as I take my medicine.

The Slender Man

Whatever it was the doctor gave me, it really messed me up. I don't even remember typing out that post last night. But there's something in it that really bugs me. What is the empty face?

I've been doing some research. Went to Google, looked for men in suits, stalking, "empty face", stuff like that. Anyway, I came across another stuff about a so called "Slender Man", some kind of creature that looks like a man in a business suit, but with no face, who stalks people, drives them mad, tears out their intestines...

It all sounds like a bad horror story, but I'm not so sure. Is that what's happening to me? That video mentioned a "GroƟmann"-- "Tall Man", along with an image of what these blogs and articles refer to as an "operator symbol"; His symbol. As crazy as it sounds, I think it's real. And whatever the Slender Man is, it's following me.

One thing I don't understand: what is the Archangel? I remember one of the blogs I found where the Slender Man was referred to as "the angel of death"-- are they the same thing? Is it just another name?

Too many questions. Not enough answers.

I'm scared.

I need to take my medicine.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Feeling Fine

I visited a shrink today. Told him everything. He didn't believe me, though. No one ever believes me. Showed him the video. He didn't see my name. No one sees my name.

He gave me pills. Said they would help. I took them. They help.

No one ever gives me things anymore. No one wants to be around me. I don't think I understand people very well. I make them scared and uncomfortable, or maybe they make me scared and uncomfortable, so we never get along.

All my friends left and went away so no one ever wanst to be my friend anymore. That makes me sad. I don't like to be sad. I like to be happy. Do you like to be sad? The pills keep the sad away. I like the pills.

I don't think I care anymore. I don't care that I don't have any friends. Sometimes when I'm lying in my bed I hug a pillow and pretend I'm hugging someone. I never hug people. I don't get along with people very well. But I don't care anymore.

I don't care that I'm alone. I don't care that even my family thinks I'm weird. I don't care that theres been another murder. I don't care that people think I'm crazy. I don't care that I have to take these pills. I don't care that an empty face is in the window. I don't care about the video. I don't care that Hes watching me.

I don't care.

I feel fine.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011


Today is Ash Wednesday, and my mom insisted that I meet her at church to get ashes on my forehead. So after mass, I drove home, and that's when my head started throbbing again. This was different from the last few times though. The pain was more intense, and I had trouble concentrating. I was seriously afraid that I would black out at any moment and get into a crash.

Anyway, there's this playground near my house, and I was I was passing it-- going real slow and careful-- I noticed a weird man there. He was wearing a business suit, and he was just standing there. Children were running all around him, but he seemed completely unfazed. I couldn't get a good look at his face, but I swear to God he was watching my car.

The headache was starting to let up when I got home, but for some reason that guy in the suit had me terrified. I called up the police, and I tried to tell them everything. The guy in the suit, that fucked up video, even the Gas Mask dude. I told them I was being followed, but I'm not sure if they actually believed me.

Fucking cops. Isn't it their job to look into stuff like this? How could they just brush me off like that?

Anyway, about an hour later, these two government types show up at my house. Introduced themselves as being part of some weird organization with a name I can't remember. SMC? MSM? ...SnM? I don't know. They asked me a few questions about the suit and the video and Gas Mask. I answered as best I could, and offered to show them the video, but they just shook their heads and told me they wouldn't see what I saw. The fuck does that mean? My name is right there in the video!

They just left, and my parents are concerned. They offered to find me a psychiatrist, since those agents said I may be suffering from paranoia.

Maybe I am just paranoid. Ever since those murders started, I've been jumping at everything.

Actually, come to think of it, it's only been since the headaches started...

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

What. The. Fuck.

I got home from work, checked my email, and someone sent me a link to this video:

Whoever did this, it's not funny. Go fuck yourself.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Um. Gas Masks?

Just looked out the window and saw some guy in a hoodie out in the street. The weird thing is that his hood was up and he was wearing a gas mask. No friggin clue why.

It freaked me out at first, because it looked like he was staring at my window, but then he just turned and kept walking down the road. I must be getting paranoid. With that serial killer on the loose, and my lack of any good sleep recently, I'm jumping at everything.

Still though: why a gas mask?

A Little Self Reflection

My head's cleared up, though I've still got the sinus issues.

Anyway, some of you... five... follower... people may be wondering why I never mention anything about going out with friends or anything like that. Well, I guess it's that I just don't make friends easily. I don't know why. I just don't really connect or click or whatever with people.

Oh, I had friends in high school, but then we graduated, and colleges and shit... they all moved away to attend schools out of state, and I stayed here, in boring old Virginia.

Yeah, I admit it. I get pretty lonely sometimes. Maybe that's why I decided to start this blog. Gives me something to do to take my mind off things. My life is incredibly boring and my existence incredibly lonely. But maybe, just maybe, this blog can give me some sort of purpose. Well, I guess "purpose" is the word I'm looking for. I don't know. It's kind of hard to put in words.

So basically I'm a socially retarded 19 year old virgin with a blog. How compelling right? Ha. Humor makes it easier to live with myself.

The Glitched Picture

Can't sleep. Head is throbbing too much.

I keep just looking at this picture. The camera screwed it up really badly, but I feel like there's still something there. I don't know. I can't really explain it. I just feel drawn to this picture somehow.

Anyway, here it is:

I need to go take some Nyquil or something. I'm seriously tired, but my head just refuses to let me sleep. And this damn picture, staring at it in the dark is really straining my eyes.

Sunday, March 6, 2011


Ugh. I woke up today with a huge headache, a stuffy nose, and a bad cough. The cough and headache have since gone away, but the stuffiness remains. Must be allergy season, creeping up on me. Seems kind of early this year, no?

I also keep flipping my phone open and looking at that glitched up picture I mentioned last post. For some reason, I like it. I guess the glitches made it look neat? I don't know. Maybe I'll post it to this blog later.

...And my headache's coming back. I need to go lie down for a while.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

The Construction Site pics!

 Hey guys, so here's the pics I promised. Sorry it took so long.
The woodlands just outside the site
The building from afar

The building in-progress

The crawlspace under the building

Another crawlspace pic

A spare hard hat, for anyone who forgot. :D
There was one other picture, but I didn't upload it because it had some weird glitches or whatever. Stupid phone camera. Oh well, I think these are pretty neat.