A scotsman with a french name in England

As I approach to London I think that perhaps all the riots are just caused by his presence in the city (or county). Our systems aren’t made to face something like him; whether he’s from other dimension, time, space, or he is simply a old monster which has been watching man kind evolve since the glory of the Roman Empire to the discovery of the west to the days of the dominated Italy, bypassing the renaissance and the English Domination of the world till our days; it doesn’t matter, our minds, our bodies, they aren’t made to support him, whatever he is.

Quick question: Has any of you kill a man? I have, and let me tell you: it was not a nice experience. Last night I was someplace between Elmbridge, Surrey and Richmond, The Greater London Borough. I stopped on a little restaurant to stay the night before arriving at London and got in the back part (which was a little parking lot with space for 4 or 5 automobiles) I had purchased some rum earlier that day so I sat there and started intoxicating myself in order to forget for some hours my situation.

It was a calm night, the only lights were those of the cars passing by to get to Elmbridge or Richmond, there were virtually no sounds and the air was fresh and cold. After an hour of me drinking my precious poison something perturbed the silence. It was a man breathing heavily and saying repeatedly things about orders concerning London. I stayed silent and stared at the parking lot entrance, as I thought: he came in the parking lot. He scanned the place slowly till he saw me, then he stopped and breathed fast and heavy and shouted “Him” he then pulled out a knife and ran towards me screaming bloody murder. I am not an idiot so I pulled out my gun and gave him advice to stop but he wouldn’t listen. I didn’t have the nerve to shoot so he lunged towards me and my gun went out flying in the air. I managed to grab the hand with the knife, after a few seconds it became obvious that keeping a force struggle with him equalled death, so I pushed his arm as hard as I could and have him a kick in the solar plexus to apart him from me. While he tried to get up from the kick I crawled for my gun because of the other one having no rounds in that moment. When the gun was at hands reach he grabbed my leg with one hand and started saying repeatedly “Not going to London! No! Not London!” I pushed his face with my other face but that didn’t help, as I kicked him in the face and tried to get my weapon he tried to stab me in the leg but just managed to cut me. A second strike was coming but a kick in his face saved me again from a stab, just giving me a second, deeper, cut. The adrenaline finally permitted me to give a kick strong enough to get him off my leg and crawl to my gun. Once I had the pistol in my hands I gave him one last advice to stop; he got up and ran towards me relentlessly. I closed my eyes and shot 1, 2, 3 times. The man fell to the ground. 2 bullets had ended his life, one had probably entered the left longue and the other one impacted on the heart or close to it.

I wanted to feel bad, I desired to, I tried to... but I couldn’t after so much shit going on my life, and after that bloody bastard giving me one more wound I just could feel glad because of his death. I sat on and tried to look at my wounds when another git interrupted me: a young man about 1.83 metres with brown hair and a very messy look. He was panting while looking at his surroundings; before he could saw me I draw his attention by cocking my gun.

-Who’s there?- He asked with a very thick Scottish accent

-All right, mate, -I answered- if you don’t want to end up as your partner down there you better explain what did you two wanted from me.

He replied very scared.

-What do you mean? What partner? I don’t understand!

-You take me for a halfwit? You have 5 minutes to explain to me what are you trying then you can leave and take your partner to make a proper disposal of his body.

-I can’t explain it... shoot if you please-he looked down and turned to face me- you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.

-Oh, I’ve seen a lot of things, mate. Go on and try- I replied while taking out a fag from my pocket- So, tell me. Why are you two here?

He made a big sigh and tried to make his mind up, meanwhile I lightened my cigarette and started smoking, after a long silence he started speaking again.

-There is this... monster-immediately I lowered my smoke and gave him all of my attention- which is known as... the slenderman. He has the ability to take control of people and make them –I interrupted him and walker towards him while aiming at him with my gun.

-You better not be joking about this, mate, believe me: that’s one subject that I don’t tolerate lies about.

-Why?-he asked- is he following you too?.

-Yes, he is.

-Did you meet him on the internet?

-More or less.

-What do you mean?

-I saw him as a child-I lowered my weapon and turned around-. I’m Travis.

-Remy

-So tell me, Remy, what is your deal with this bloke from here?

-He is a hallowed, you know, he is under his control.

-He was –I said with a little laugh- and why are you following one?

-I am mostly sure that if I follow one of them they will eventually take me to slenderman.

-And?

-He was going north, but 9 days ago he switched his route and started to head south, to London.

-That’s where I’m going. Curious thing is that he just talked about not going to London. It doesn’t matter anymore. You can stay the night here if you want.

-Thanks... wait!-he started to search for something- where’s the body?

-I don’t know, maybe it just disappeared.

I went back to my original place and sat beside my bottle of rum.

-You want a smoke?

-No thanks; I don’t smoke.

-And how about some rum, mate?

-No thanks, I don’t drink either.

-Well -I opened my bottle of rum- Your life must have been pretty good for you to never have had the need to drown your sorrows in alcohol, mate.

-And how bout you? Since when do you drink?

-Since I was 15.

-And how old are you?

-20.

-Rough times, huh?

-Jackpot.

I gave a huge swig to my rum and then proceeded to speak about more pointless stuff with the Scottish. I woke up at 4 A.M. By that time Remy wasn’t there no more and, luckily, he didn’t steal any of my stuff. London is close now and I should arrive there in an hour at worst.

Any help or data you can provide will be appreciated.

Travis A. Walker.

Remember remember

Remember remember the fifth of novemver
Gunpowder treason and plot
I see no possible reason why the gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot.

Yeah... I don't know if this qualifies as a post, but, when I'm scared, for some reason saying this repeatedly makes me get hand on my cool again. Sorry for the lost of time. By the way: I haven't been able to move all day; it hasn't stop raining since 9 am.

Questions, questions, questions and questions

Damn. I can't sleep, it's like 2 am and I can't stop thinking about that girl. If London falls, has any other city fell? London is the last city in England yet to fall? does that mean that he doesn't have any power there, or that he's weaker? Any other city hasn't fell yet? London is the only one that's going to fell and when it does everything will fo down with it? How can I stop him? Did she sent anyone else to do the job? He will be unstoppable in London, in England, or in the world?.
Bollocks, my head is going to explode.

Hallowed out

Hello there, mates. How have you been? I hope that fine; in the other side: I’ve had the worst of experiences so far in my run. I have been hallowed, moved, possessed, however you called it. How? I’ll tell you.

I was in New Forest, Hampshire almost to get to East Dorsen, ... Dorset, duh. So, along the highway I stopped to eat some coffee beans, then I saw it: a creepy looking cabin not so inside the woods with a operator symbol on it. I thought that there could be people who could help me or at least some food or money left behind them so I got down of my bike and walker towards the cabin, examining carefully each single tree I saw along the way.

Everything smelled rotten and inside there was little to nothing: An old TV, a rotten couch, some chips bags and soda cans and a little corridor that lead to another room. I walked slowly to the next room, carefully aiming my rifle to every single thing that looked like a person or a humanoid. In the other room there were just 3 things: A black shirt on the floor, a set of those Russian matryoshka dolls (which I took with me) and a guitar, A GUITAR. I fucking love playing music, back in my house I had a piano, a guitar, a saxophone, a flute, a bass, a drum set, a violin, a ocarina etc. So I sat there and started tuning the little black babe. I don’t know how much I spent playing the guitar; I guess that it was an hour because I played 17 or 16 songs. By the time I was done the sun was going down, so I got up and slowly walked out of there.

He was at the door, waiting for me. He slowly walked towards my as I panicked and shot at him: again, the bullets caused him no harm whatsoever I didn’t had time to reload so I made the most stupid decision in the history of mankind: I pulled out my sword, started to silently cry in fear as I reckoned my own death and ran towards him sword in hand. I was going to hit him with the blade but then blacked out.

I must have been under his control for almost 5 or 6 hours. When I woke up I immediately crashed my bike (which is obvious I was driving while controlled by him) and fucked up my face with the ground. Before I could even notice the blood going down my forehead my body got all fucked and I started throwing up for a while. When I was done I looked myself in my bikes mirror and I looked even paler than normal almos as white as a sheet and my forehead’s right side was bleeding pretty badly although it didn’t hurt because I couldn’t feel much of anything. I was driving west at an incredible fast speed. Apparently I am a better driver when I am being control by a unnatural force of infinite evil, because if I dared to drive at 180 kilometres in the night with rain... man I’d be good as dead.

So now I’m heading to London, as I said in my past post, because a little girl expects me to get Slenderman out of London. I doubt I can do something against him but there is a real reason to go to London: A few decades ago London was the capital of the world and therefore capital of knowledge. Back in WWII and going as back as to America’s discovery England was the king of the world, London was the capital of the world. If there’s a place where information of slenderman can be found, that’s London. The greater London is big, really big, I mean: it’s the biggest city in all of Europe; It’ll take time to go through all of the library’s in the county but it’s not like I had something better to do right now.

Any help or data you can provide, mates, will be appreciated.

If London falls he will be unstoppable? Isn't he already?

Damn. I have been hallowed out, as people call it. I'll tell you about it later or tomorrow but into subject now: I had this weird lucid dream where a little blonde girl came to me and told me a bunch of things I can easily understand but at the same I can't. So... I was in this infinitely dark space and then this little cute girl came to me and said with a american accent:
-You're the one with the doll, right?- she asked with a really happy voice.
-What doll?... who are you?... wait! is this a dream?
She giggled and said- of course!, I can't speak to you in any other way from the other side, silly.
-The other side?... good; first I get possessed and then I have dreams like if I had smoked pot.
Then there was a silence that felt almost eternal.
-You saw him for the first time as a kid, right?
-Who? the... slenderman?
-The boogeyman! -she shouted very angry- he is out to get you and you don't even know about him!
-What? is he like... a monster?
-Yes, mister -she turned around and gave me the bck- he took me when I was 9... and my parents too... -she said it very slowly and started to cry a little.
-Look... I am sorry, I didn't know... could you excuse me?
She immediately got all happy and said: -That's okay mister! With the years i've learned to fight it.
-You have learned... with the years? How much time has been since... well... that happened.
-I don't know what year you are on mister, also, I don't remember it very well. I remember that there was a really evil mister in the papers all the time named Hitler.
I didn't know how she would react to the fact that it has been almost 80 years since then
-Oh... it hasn't been so long since then... Hitler was beaten by the good guys 5 years ago.
-Oh! I'm glad!
-So... why are you here?
-Why? Do you not like me?
-It is just that you don't come from the other side to chat with an english boy just because he is handsome... right?
-Oh yeah! You have to go to London!
-... um... why?
-Because it has to be saved!
-Saved? wait... by me?! you expect me to save something?!
-By anyone! London has to be saved from him!
-Hitler?
-The boogeyman! Do you ever pay any attention?
-I guess not.
-Anyways, mister, you have to stop him, if London falls he will be unstoppable.
-I don't think I can do much.
-Well then find somebody who can!!.
-Fine! Fine! I'll do it.
-Thanks, mister!- she said as she took my hand and shaked it- before I go... what's your name?
-Travis, Travis A. Walker.
-Travis? that's an odd name-she giggled when she repeated my name.
-It is, right? -I couldn't help but smile at her childish happiness- and what is yours?
She smiled widely and said:-Claire! Claire Stanson!
I was shocked to hear my wife's name even if they did not had any relationship whatsoever.
-C-C-Claire? your name is Claire?
-Yes!... what's the problem? you don't like it?
-It's a beautiful name, in fact, is... my wife's name -I said slowly as tear started to drop from my eyes.
-And why do you cry? do you not like her? do you not love her?
-Of course I love her, I love her with all my heart; she's the reason why I am triying to escape the slend... boogeyman.
-So what's the problem, mister?
I started to cry really badly and said in a barely understandable way: -I miss her, I am afraid of not seing her again.
-Don't you worry, mister. I am sure that, if you really love her, you will defeat the boogeyman just for the sake of seeing her again.
-You can't understand how badly I wish you to be right.
-Believe me, everything will be ok, mister -she kissed me in the cheek and then ran away from my position in the dark space.

So... now I'm heading to London because a 11 year old girl in my dreams named as my wife told me to because she expects me to be all Hawke and kick Slenderman's ass from Kirkwall... I mean London. I hope that she has called a real hero to get Slenderman out from London and I am just the stupid that is there so Slenderman doesn't rape him and he rapes me instead.

Any help or data you can provide will be appreciated.

Reading

So, as you can tell, I made it out of my house alive (that or I write from the other side but it is unlikely since I have heard that the internet over there is really lousy). It was kind of hard since he suspected it (I guess) and went for me before I could make it out of town, maybe he didn’t want another person to get on the run. My first pit stop that isn’t a cpffehouse along the highway is Reading, Berkshire. How is it, you may ask, well I am glad to tell you that it is really warm, adults relax in the park, young people has parties in a yachts on the Thames and a pale thin man enjoys a killing spree somewhere in the city. YAY! It is the perfect summer! Uu-ooo uu-oo Autos, moda y rock and roll!!!! uu-ooo uu-oo, luces, ritmo y diversión!!!! Ok… I probably should stop quoting old songs by fandango (a music band from Mexico, pupular back in the 80’s).

Getting serious (and depressing) I really managed to get out alive, I stopped in the highway to pay a couple of pounds in a restaurant for the owner to let me sleep there half an hour or to buy some coffee beans so I can endure more without sleep (I can’t take the time to drink 17 cups of coffee, which is what I used to drink to stay awake) I probably will stand 3 or 4 days before I need a rest. He is really fast, a few times when I was going to get down of my bike in a coffeehouse he was already there, waiting. I need to watch out. Oh, by the way, you may excuse fron now on my constant typos, since I lost my reading glasses in the escape.

I guess I should tell you what my supplies are; I took with me my bike, an iPod to detect him when near and to write in the blog, a magic charger, almost £ 2500 so I guess I will live for a long time although… with the bloody high prices of petrol who knows… damn, I guess you and I can agree that the least of my problems is the price of combustible. I brought 2 Beretta M9 pistols, 14 magazines, an SA80 L85A2 with 5 magazines and last but not least my European sword. I know, I came armed to the teeth but… it makes me feel a little safer. I also brought a photo of my beautiful wife and a retractile umbrella (I mean, is bloody England, without that shit you couldn’t stand a day out therew)

Where should I go next? That’s the hardest of questions becausr it brings many more. You see mates: the fact of knowing what awaits you is the worst of curses. When I had the luxury of having a normal life I knew this little venezuelab boy named Manuel Morado Majica (nickname Kahn Uchiha) or something gay like that; he was dumb, lacked of culture, was ugly, poor, he didn’t had any talent at all, he was from a shitty country that everybody hates (except for the petrol making companies) but he was happy. Why, you may ask, simple: He was dumb as fuck; he wasn’t able to see that he will end as a hobo asking for a dime in a crossroad because he was so stupid, and that is a blessing. For that same reason, he wasn’t able to see beyond his little shitty world, he considered the bloke who got a 100 in the shitty Venezuelan education system an intelligent person, a smart person, but in the real world, in the first world, he isn’t prepared at all for what the world asks him to know, to be, to be able to do. He believed that, from one day to another, I stopped thinking that he was retarded and wanted to make friends with him, what a fool. As I was saying: the ability to ignore the big picture is a total blessing; that kid won’t realize that he will end up as a hobo untikl he becomes one; that must be amazing. Like the people that is unaware of who slenderman is until the very end: they never stop for a second to think “What if he gets me? What in the world will he do to me? And that must be a much better way to die than the one that we, the runners, the survivors, end up getting. . We die in fear of what will come next, we don’t even know if we will die or if we will be kept prisoners in some weird outer world we don’t understand, or if we will become one ofg his kind.

After my total ramble, I guess I should escape until I find out a way to fight him. Maybe I will go to the southwest or just south… I don’t know, I feel like I must go south for some reason. You know, I would love to stick around and talk but the Union Jack is starting to go down and I feel less safe in the darkness so maybe I will start to draw operator symbols near me and wait until tomorrow for my next move. I haven’t seen him over here at Reading but I am mostlyu sure that he will eventually come for me. Now that I think about it... he is scarier when he is not around that when he is, is more terrifying to wait for him to appear... actually, that is bullshit, everything is scary when he is following you: when he is there, when he is not, when you walk pass some trees... etc. Etc. You know, when I find myself rambling like that I realize how much he has messed up my mind in so little time. See you soon... hopefully.

Any help or data you can provide will be appreciated.

Operator Symbol: Results

So... my wife went to sleep early, I do not blame her, I woke her up pretty early. So now I'll wait until my tenants go to sleep and then I'll get out of here. But I do not know what will happen once that I do it so better post my only discovery before something letal happens to me.

My way of operation was to draw the operator symbol in a big canvas and put in one side of the park in late night hours and let some cameras hidden in the trees filming that side and the opposite side of the park. I thought that it would be a nice opportunity to research wich electric devices does slenderman fuck up with, but the results showed that it jams every single one of them, but not every time.

So... I swapped the place of the canvas every day, and I went for the tapes or files every morning... one of my cameras was stolen but that's another story. He always went to the side of the park where the operator symbol was but keep his distance. Everyday he got closer and closer to the canvas, he never standed right besides it but he went pretty close. So I conclude that it's effects run out pretty quickly.

By putting all of this shit in a nutshell: The operator symbol summons slenderman, but he has to keep distance from it. It's effect may worn out but it'll do a nice defense for days/months depending on your luck and the material in wich you made the symbol. Also, he jams every gadged known to man, but he is unable to jam them all at the same time or even jam one every single time. I do not know if he jams the gadgets consciously or if it is a fallout of his presence. Also I do not know if he consciously goes to the operator symbol or if he just follows a smell or something like that for instinct.

Any help or data that you can provide will be appreciated.

This is going to be the saddest day of my life.

In 20 minutes or so the dawn will begin, taking away the dark and giving us the precious sun that allows life on planet earth. After that, I will go to pick up my cameras that I set up every night to check my operator symbol experiment. I hope he doesn't kill me in the middle of a crowd of morning runners. Once I'm done I have to get ready for what will probably be the last day with my wife. That is going to break my mind apart but I have to remain cool for her.

You know, I never thought I would be like the other people, you know: Fall in love, marriage, sons; dreaming of having a big happy family and healthy sons. But then I met Claire... she is like no girl you have met, she's just wonderful. My life was going up and onward... and then he came. You know, you could take away anything from me, my family, mi pets, my money, my house, my games, and it wouldn't matter if Claire were there for me. Now he is taking everything from me and that is a pain that cannot be explained.

To be sincere: the only reason I want to make it out alive from this is to come back to Claire sometime in the future, 4 months, 1 year, 5 years, a decade. I do not care when; I just want to come back and have a life with her, together.

Switching to something less devastating; my experiment with the operator symbol seems to show that the monster is attracted by it but also it gives him restriction. It is like making a fence and then putting a steak on top of it so a bunch of dogs get to the steak but can't reach what is in the interior of the fence. I will talk about it with detail in a few days.

I just bought some magic board that has unlimited power for a year and charges your phone or ipod when you set it on top of it. It will be useful since I don't think I will be able to charge the iPod when I get on the run. I suppose that I will have to stick them together with duct tape, but that is the least of my problems.

Any help you can provide will be appreciated.

Searching and Thinking

I have been reading this blog called "The tutorial" wich is owned by a boy named Matt, I guess. I had readed some of the entrys in that blog like 3 months ago, but I didn't read all of it. It seems useful. I know I have to leave my house in order to avoid the ones that I love from being hurt. I'm just doing some research in the Slenderman before I leave because I know that once I get on the run, I won't have much time to do so, besides, I want to enjoy my wife (actually fianceé) a little more.

In another subject. Do any of you mates know what an aura is?. I discovered that recently. You see, since I was a kid I had the ability to see the aura of people. I always thought of it as normal, like having black hair or blue eyes. A few months ago I asked one of my internet mates "What's the colour of your outline" because I can't see the aura in photographs and he couldn't understand me. After a few hours we were able to understand each other and he told me that not everybody could see the aura. I was amazed so I did research and found out that some people think that the aura means something, I don't think so but... Well, all of this ramble was to tell you that, as long as I can tell, Slenderman has no aura and that creeps me out, maybe as much as the fact that he doesn't have a face.

The "operator symbol"... it seems like a protection but I ain't sure, it might attract him or it might just waste time, I don't know but I don't trust it. Maybe I should run a little experiment with it before I leave my home. I already have all of my supllies, but I ain't sure if I should take fire weapons or cold weapons maybe some of each one, but not the japanese sword, it isn't double edged and I will be too scared like to see in wich side is the edge. Maybe I shouldn't carry weapons because I have seen that they do not work, but I think that they will save me from a robery.

Jesus, I really don't know what to do, I am falling heads down into the wolf's mouth but I think it's better like this; if I stay here he will take my life down notch by notch until i have nothing lieft.

Any help you can provide will be appreciated.

So... he can freaking walk but can't eat a bullet sandiwch?!?

Ya saben la rutina, no saben quien es slenderman, no saben inglés, no quieren morir, entonces no lo lean.

It looks like Slenderman is triying to kill me, that or he wants the sweets I have on my rucksack but I doubt it. He has been following me, but not in a magical, special, evilish way, he just walks toward me, just that. He walks REALLY FUCKING FAST, even if I run so fast that I feel like my heart is going to explode at any second, he just walks behind me with no problem at all. It's weird... well, as weird as something can be when you take a 4 metre faceless suited thin pale man as normal.

Obviously, when you are in danger, you carry protection, right?. So I tried to carry a gun(specifically a Beretta M9, wich most of the american readers might recognize as the signature gun of their country's army) with me at all times, not loaded and with the lock (I don't want to kill the coffe shop boy when I look for money on my sling bag) and a magazine. I thought that the gun wouldn't be able to kill him but to at least stun him or delay him when he were chasing me.

A bigger mistake can't be made; he's not only immune to bullets, THE BULLETS DISAPPEAR WHEN NEAR HIM. The bullets made sound, the sparks came out, but when they were supposed to hit him they disappeared. I ran the hell out of there before that bloody prick could take me down while I tried to figure out what was wrong with my gun. I went to the park next day (the place where that took place) and I searched the remainings of the bullets but there was nothing.

I would try with a sword but... yeah, there's no bloody way I¡m getting so close to that freak, maybe a shotgun could do some more damage but that's too loud and it would cause a mayhem in the town. So far there's nothing that seems to do some damage to the slender fuck, I am so fucking scared but I try to calm myself by being arrogant and cynical when talking about this. Again, any help you can provide will be appreciated.

Introducing and update

Gente que leía el blog antes de que comenzaran estas actualizaciones extrañas: NO LAS LEAN, NO SE INVOLUCREN EN ESTO, ALÉJENSE DE ÉL.

So, mates, in the last entry I was scared and in a rush, so I guess I should introduce myself more properly. My name is Travis Alan Walker (It was originally Fernando Antonio Hernández Navarra, but it was too spanish for me, besides, as a joke I used to tell people that it was "L" because I named myself Lelouch, it was fun to see them believing that I named myself behind a cartoon character). I have 21 years and I live in Oxford, Oxfordshire, England. The cartoon character I use to represent myself is named Lelouch, from a series I never actually finished watching, but I picked him because he looks very much like me and I don't like pictures.

I have 2 brothers and 1 sister, one is older than me and the other 2 kids are twins that were born after me. My father left us when I was 6, but at least he had the kindness to inheritate us his wine making company, so we were a wealthy family. My mother, for some reason, always hated me. By today, whenever I go to Mexico to visit my family, she just goes out of town to avoid seeing me.

I have always been a fearful, idiotic-when-i'm-scared, type of guy. So, with the help of my grandpa (who fought in WW II at a very very very young age, so much that the war ended when he was 26) I got my hands in some (actually, many) guns and 2 blades: a normal european sword and a samurai sword. I'm now a member of the army reserves, so I have gun possession permission.

I have always been lucky with the ladies (very lucky) but right now I have a beautiful, wonderful, perfect fianceé named Claire Taylor. She has become the main reason of my living in the time i've known her. The secondary reason of my living are videogames, I love them, I work in a magazine about them. Fighting games, hack and slash and adventure games are my favorite.

But enough of me. I am sad of informing that I have seen him again, ever since I returned to England 3 days ago. I hope he forgets about me or that he is just stalking a neighbor of mine or something. So far, nothing has happened, but I'll be ready if something weird happens or if he decides to attack me... I don't know how, but I can't let him hurt Claire, or my sister, or my two lovely tenants.

Again, please help me in anyway you can, mates.

PS: I am a brony (research the word)
PS2: I am a very tall man, with 1.97 metres.
PS: I am addicted to sugar.

Slenderman has come for me or I am just daft.

Aviso: El siguiente artículo no pretende entretener ni hablar sobre tonterías de mi vida normal, es un artículo comunicativo/informativo escrito en inglés por el hecho de que la comunidad que conoce el tema es mayor en inglés además de que éste es considerado el "idioma universal".

Hello there, my name is Travis. I am a 20 year old male who lives in England and I'm half spanish half english, I spent most of my younger days in Mexico until I reached 18, once there I went to England searching for a old friend of mine (who always loved England) and started college in here, I haven't found her but life has treated me well since then. But I ain't writing this to tell you about my complicated, weird, almost-cartoony life, but to tell you about something that has been happening to me lately.

I'm pretty sure that most of you found this entry by searching for Slenderman-related blogs. So let's get to bussiness. I found out about Slenderman like 3 months ago or so, to me it wasn't big deal. I am a huge huge pussy when it comes to scary things but slenderman scared me for about 1 hour. A couple of weeks after that I was remembering my mix bag of chilhood, one of the better moments of it is a memory of me and my 3 brothers (well, 2 brothers and a sister) playing in the woods -more specifically a vineyard- when all of a sudden I saw a really tall guy, really tall, like twice the height of my dad-who is, and was, about 2.12 metres- watching us play. I was naive as any child so I just thought he was some sort of wine guard or something like that and that was the reason why he was so tall (although really thin). Almost every time we used to play in the vineyard this tall thin suited man was watching us silently. He was just there, standing far from us and watching. I could never see his face because of the distance between the two of us.

It's not until when I get to know slenderman that I understand who that man was and why he was like that. The moment I realised it I wen't screaming bloody murder for almost an hour, but again, after that I forgot about it. Right now I'm on vacations at the country of Seychelles but in the final weeks of my college semester I started to see slenderman when I went out to the convenience store for coffe frappé and nachos or something like that in the midnight (I'm not a person who sleeps very much). First it wasn't a big deal, maybe some mistake or I was just stressed because of having to make projects for two carrers at the same time.

Some 4 or 5 days before the semester was over something changed. He started following me. It weren't just casual sightings anymore. He literally started following me, not walking, but following me. Everytime I turned the street there he was. When I went far enough like to loose him, there he was again. 2 days before the end of the semester this shit became ugly. He walked towards me slowly. I was so terrified that I couldn't move. My bloody body didn't answered me. Thanks to god I was able to run in the last second but I couldn't lost him, he kept going after me until he forced me to go into the woods. There, he pulled out of his body something like a tentacle, entirely black, and tried to hit me with it. I avoided it and kept running away from him. By this moment I was screaming like crazy and criying, yelling him thins in any language I could in a vane hope that he could understand me. After a while, I lost him and get out of the woods.

After that I haven't seen him again. I ain't sure if it was just a mindtrick by the stress or if it really happened. Like I said, right now I'm in Seychelles, so if it was real that's the reason why he hasn't come for me here, he doesn't like water, or at least that's what they have said to me. I ain't really into this stuff of slenderman either, so I don't know what to do. I watched halfway trough of Marble Hornets and readed Just Another Fool, but that's it.

I'll make you know what happened when I go back to England, mates. Until then I don't know if I'll post more of this in here. Forgive me for the miss spelling but I am scared while I write this so... yeah. If you know anyway of defence against him it will be really appreciated lads.

See you soon.