No One

I don't know why exactly I went to school. No one here could remember me. But I did anyway. My friends' gazes glanced over me, I was a no one. A familiar face, unable to be placed. I wandered to class, trailing behind the rest of the pupils, sitting down in a seat by myself, no one noticed me. My name wasn't even on the role. Despite this my presence wasn't questioned, no one could recognize me but no one thought I was a stranger either. I wasn't supposed to be there yet I was, like a puzzle piece, fitting into another jigsaw, fitting perfectly yet not matching.

Then it happened. Everything went silent, Quiet. The noises dulled out, there yet un-perceivable, like how I must be to the others. My vision hazed and my mind zoned out, like a daydream without the dream. I snapped out of it to find my classroom empty, it was later, the clock read 2:30, school is over at 1:00 on Wednesdays and it was the first class of the day. My mind had skipped a beat, I must have blacked out. Nobody took notice of me, they must have just walked out of the room, went on about their lives and left. While I was no where.

I'm still here in the classroom, figured this was worth noting so I'm updating this blog. I'm coming up with theories as to what happened. The leading one seams to be that I'm experiencing lost time. THE HUNGERING is consuming me, It takes things out of reality, both time and space. I'm being removed from time, thus the time-lapse.

The school is eerie with no one there. I hear distant buzzing as the cleaning staff finish their rounds of the school. Most of the teachers have left by now, there may be one or two in their offices. I can do nothing now so I just walk slowly through the halls. Gradually towards the exit.

It's extremely cold. It doesn't help that I forgot my jumper at home (or maybe it's just 'gone') so I'm just in my shirt and jacket (they were in the wash, apparently that helps?). Dear God it's cold! My fingers can barely write anymore. The windows haue frnsted over, i cant writ propery. its te coldboy. hes ther infron ome the blnod hs freeying in my vehns. cold, so cold. I...

-Shady

Where's My Life Gone?

I can't find it.

I'm home now, my parents brought me home from the hospital earlier today after no more symptoms were discovered.  I stayed at the hospital over-night for observation, I was unconscious for no apparent reason after all. My parents drove me home from the hospital -after I reminded them of my name, that is! We drove home and went inside. My stuff is gone! My x-box, my books, TV, comics, video games, DVDs, computer, clothes and my bed! All my stuff, just gone! Everything is gone! Probably the only reason I still have my phone is because I had it with me. However that's supposed to work.

My parents couldn't help me, they seamed confused, distant, vacant, they barely spoke at all. They told me to sleep on the couch tonight. They 'introduced' me to my own sister, my elder sister, who seamed to be unable to properly place me, before leaving the house to go out for dinner. They seamed completely detached from me, they only came to the hospital a few hours after I woke and told the doctor who I was and he called them, they barely spoke two words to me while they were there (not even to ask me why I had left the house), and then they left me at home minutes after they brought me home from the hospital. I'm on the lookout for the Cold Boy as well, now.

Now I'm just laying here. On the floor of my once-bedroom. Stripped bare of everything I once had. I'm certain it's The Quiet now, Mr. Knight, the entity known as Nobody which I presume you were hinting to may be able to effect memories and relationships and all the social and psychological aspects of my life, but it can't steal my physical possessions. The Quiet however, can. If I never existed then I can never have owned any of those things. They were never purchased/kept for/by me. They're not just gone now, they were never there in the first place.

I don't know what to do. My life is literally coming apart at the seams. I have no way to fight. THE HUNGERING is taking me.

-Shady

Beep...Beep...Beep...

BEEP! That's bloody annoying. I'm in a hospital now apparently, hooked to a heart monitor, a really annoying heart monitor. I don't remember what happened last night after my last post, I remember a vague shape that could very well have been Slenderman, I'm gonna presume it was from the picture I saw and the comment. By the way, mister S(lenderproxy), your poem sucked! Seriously.

The doctor said I was found unconscious at the side of a road, apparently I got away from Slenderman somehow. I was taken to a hospital where I remained unconscious until about an hour or so ago. I told the doctor what happened -Leaving out the Slenderman part- and he told me where I was found. They can't find anything wrong with me, I have bruising on my body but they said that was from a fall, that is when I reached the side if the road I fell over onto the concrete, right on my face. It kinda aches now, but I'm mostly fine. Nothing to explain the memory loss or unconsciousness though, nothing medical at least, I know it's not medical though.

A nurse came in with an elderly patient on a wheelchair.

"Oh sorry, I thought this room was empty," she had said, before leaving.

Now nothing wrong with that, nothing strange, people forget things. What is strange is that that was the 2nd nurse to do that, and 5th time! Why do people keep forgetting me? Doctor came back in, he seamed surprised to see me, he walked to the chart at the end of the bed, reading over it. He was in about his 40s and had black, graying hair and a white doctor-coat.

"So, conscious now I see. How are you feeling?" he had walked up to me, checking my heart with that stethoscope thingy all doctors seam to wear.
"...fine," I nodded. He had already seen me after I was awake, why was he asking?
"Good good. Care to tell me what happened last night?" he had asked. I'd already told him!
"I already told you..." I had said, confusedly, something was wrong, had he forgotten me too?!
"Oh?" he had checked a small notepad he had with him. "Ah yes. Strange, I don't remember that. Well this all seams fine," he continued, reading over the notepad. "Are you feeling better now?"
"Yes," I replied, "The aching's gone down."
"Good good. I should...go now," he looked confused also, he was trying to remember something he couldn't. Me.

I don't know what's happening. People can't remember me. Is it Slenderman? Is he erasing me from people's memories? Maybe, I don't know. I was thinking, what if it's The Quiet? It can take things out of reality, It usually destroys universes but maybe It's going for a smaller target this time. But why? What would It have to gain from removing ME from the time-space continuum? What have I done/am doing/will do that would warrant The Quiet deciding the 'unravel' me. That is if It can decide, It's non-existent after all. In which case what have I done/am doing/will do that would cause my 'unraveling'?

I'm going to bury my face in my pillow. While I still have a face to bury.

-Shady

Oh Dear God, Why?!

Why?! Why did I do it?! What gave me the thought that it would be a good idea?! It doesn't make any sense! Why did I walk into the middle of a big, dark forest in the middle of the night?! It was the Rake, wasn't it?! The Rake mind-fucked me into doing it! Now I'm in a forest, I don't know how I got here. Well I do, I remember leaving the house, walking to the forest, walking through the forest, I remember thinking it was a 'great' idea for some reason! But my mind was phased over, unclear. Then I realised what an unbelievably horrible idea this was, I'm using my phone for light and figured I could update my blog, telling everyone how idiotic I've been for reasons unknown.

Fuck. This is just like that game 'Slender'! Seriously! Except I've just got a phone for light. Lots of trees, can't find my way anywhere. Can't see two metres in front of me. Just my phone and the moonlight. No stars. Trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, oh wait, what's that? Another tree! That was totally unexpected!

FUCK!!! Slenderman is clearly fucking proud of himself that he got his own fuckin' video game. He's drawn a picture of himself and stuck it to a tree, just like in the fucking game. It's signed: 'S'. I presume that stands for Slenderman. Probably got his proxy to do it, Slenderman's probably a better artist with all those fingers and hands.

Running Running Running! Heard twig snap! Massive horror movie cliche! Still! Running Running Running!

Can't run anymore...still just trees...no sign of getting out of this place anytime soon...I think I got away from the Twig Snapper...what now...what do I do? Run! It's...too...difficult...out of breath...

Noise...can't identify it...blank noise...something's there...somethinauvtgvfiy

There he is Again!

He's right there, around the corner, standing in the exact same spot I saw him the first two times. Fortunately I ducked into a nearby alley, he's still standing there, staring at the other side of the street. He's only a few metres away! The closest I've been since I found out he's been stalking me, and the closest he's been since he would know I know. He has to know by now! He probably reads this blog, wouldn't be much of a stalker otherwise.

Oh God! He's gone, I looked away for half a second and now he's gone, where is he?! Where isutcglatyik

Running Running Running! He was there! Right in front of me! Then he was gone again! Running Running Running!

Home!

Now that I'm at the relative safety of my house, perhaps a little more detail. I had looked around the corner at where he was supposed to be and he was gone, I turned back to leaning against the alley wall to write that he was gone, I got through a sentence, looked up, there he was. Standing in front of me, I could feel the gaze of his eyes through the impenetrable shadows that covered his face, or perhaps lack there-of. I couldn't even begin to guess what pathetic excuse of a face lurked behind that wall of solid darkness. 

I could almost feel his brow furrowing in confusion, his head quickly whipped to the end of the alley as if he had heard a noise (I hadn't), he stared at the end of the alley and began to back away, as if something was scaring him. I blank, he was gone, I ran.

So, now I'm really confused. Something scared him off, that could be one of two things:

1) Something so good it scares off creepy stuff like him,

2) Something so bad it scares off creepy stuff like him.

Personally, I'm routing for number 1.

Now, I also have something new to add to the "Freaky" List. Last night, as I lay in bed trying to get to sleep, I heard whispers. Seriously, whispers, no idea of what it was saying, I don't think it was in English. Maybe the Hooded Stalker Freak was in my house trying to creep me out more. I really don't like that idea.

Fear Theory Update:

The Choir is known to whisper to people, they really enjoy making noise and making people think they've heard one thing while something else was said.

The Rake has been known to whisper to people during the night, its been said that it can use the whispers for psychic manipulation.

Still no confirmation on what's going on. Suggestions always welcome.

-Shady

Add it to the List

Update: New Freaky Stuff!
So, went to the cinema with my friends, saw that new movie 'Looper.' It was good, but that's not what I'm here to talk about. Something freaky happened there, and it wasn't even the Hooded Stalker. My best friend, whom I've known for years, couldn't remember my name!

I arrived, he said, "Hello...um...uhhhh...(that went on for a few seconds)...what's your name?"

"Yeah, come on, the movie's already started." I figured he was joking, as you would.

"No, seriously. This is so weird! I can't remember your name." He certainly sounded serious.

"...Paul." I informed him, condescendingly.

"Yes! Paul! That's it! That was really weird, I actually couldn't remember your name...weird."

We went in, watched the movie, my mind was on the abnormal memory loss of my best friend, just as other freaky stuff started happening. It was also the fact that it was specifically me whose name he couldn't remember, the same guy being stalked. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but you try to not be paranoid while being stalked!

Now this simply adds psychic powers to the list, which can be added to any theory other than Boring, which I didn't really have high hopes for, 'cause he disappeared far too fast. Now, this really removes the Archangel possibility from the Fear Theory, he hasn't be known to cause any form of memory loss. Slenderman has a whole range of psychic-mind-raping abilities that may account for it, which doesn't really make me feel any better. Following the Fear Theory, the Blind Man is related to memory loss, thus he may be responsible, the Hooded Stalker Freak being a Gifted or Archivist. But then again, I'm the one being targeted, not my friend.

Whatever this THING is up to, it seams to be interested in more than just stalking me.

-Shady

Let's Think

Firstly, thank you to Proxiehunter for being the only commentor on my last post. There have been no further sightings so I'm going to use this post for research. I have my own theories that I suppose I'll have to work out on my own, I'd appreciate any feedback on them.

1. Wizards: He's magic! Not much to say here really. He's some sort of dark-magic user/satanist who uses his dark-magic/satanism to jump around and creep out innocent teenagers.

2. Aliens: He's an alien! Perhaps camouflage of some variety to suddenly disappear; or physically allowing light to pass through, ie. Invisibility; or even spontaneous teleportation through advanced technological means. A humanoid or shape-shifting alien, based on shape, although humanoid may explain why he(it) refuses to show its face or any part of its skin.

3. The Government: The Irish government isn't exactly as well known for its conspiracies, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have secrets, or even that this thing isn't from another country that may be doing this stuff more often. He(it)'s some form of genetic experiment, allowing it to (much the same as alien theory) camouflage, turn invisible or teleport from one location to another.

4. Monsters: It's some form of supernatural entity which uses similar dark-magic to wizard theory to turn invisible or teleport. This ties in with a sub-theory, courtesy of Proxiehunter:

• Slender and Friends

This theory is the most developed, as it has official sources and exists inside a set universe of information (even if their fiction writers maintain a rule of non-canonisation). Proxiehunter, as the name suggests, suggested the presence of a Slenderproxy, a proxy being a servant of a mysterious entity and the slender part being derived from the name of said entity: Slenderman.

To those of you who don't know about the Slenderman, he's a supernatural entity who either takes the form or is the form of a freakishly tall, 'slender man' with a business suit and no face. He pops in and out of our universe to stalk children, teenagers or adults who saw him as a child. He stalks them, psychologically torturing them for an unspecified amount of time before finally taking them away to where ever it is he takes them. Slenderman has psychic powers which he may use to seize control of individuals and make them his servants -or proxies.

Now, one must uncover which 'universe' this possible Slenderman is operating. Slenderverse or Fear Mythos. I'd like to know if I'm liable to meet HABIT or the Archangel or whatever else there is out there. This will also help determine the likelihood of it being Slenderman or another Fear, as Slenderman has a much more prominent role in the Slenderverse, as the name suggests.

In the Fear Mythos there are other possibilities for my stalker. The hoodie could be the Archangel, although he tends to wear a gas-mask, but that's hardly certain (no canon!). Also, there exists multiple other forms of 'Proxies' in the Fear Universe that may be responsible. Apostles, Oathbreakers, Nests, Dolls, etc.

Then of course there's theory number 5
5. Boring: He's a stalker who likes hoodies, the colour black and creeping teenagers, and can run really fast!

-Shady