Friday, October 3, 2014


i am now in this bathroom. i think i have been in this bathroom for a while now. time flies by so fast. must keep typing away.

and the chorus sang "you are nothing more than a monstrous murder."

no no, that's not how it went. how did oedipus go again?

how did any of it go?
tragedy or comedy?

this is a tragedy.

i can hear the chorus. the chorus inside my heas d screaminfg ay me about how horrible i am.

the images, the things i had done still follows me. must unsee it but i cant because these eyes wont let me.






i have nothing but my hands.

she forgot me.

finger nails






at them

claw at my face

i just want to bang bang bang my head over and over to make it stop

but it will hurt so much

must try.

goodbye and so long

she doesn't remember me. alexis doesn't remember me.

it feels like everything is so unreal and i'm dreaming. i don't feel real.

i'm in the hotel room, typing this up.

he's gone. someone killed him, and i made that someone disappear as well. there's so much blood on my hands, but i washed them already.

no matter how much i wash them, the blood is still there. my hands sort of hurt. i want to wash them again, i need to cleanse my self, but no matter how many times i wash, there will always be blood on my hands.

it's all futile.

Thursday, October 2, 2014


With all the things that have happened so far, I think it is time to state my name. Oh well, here it goes. My name is Kyle. I already told Alexis.

The reason why I didn't reveal my name up until now is due to some weird safety rule I grew up with, or maybe it was my interpretation of the rule. I always thought that the rule meant that I could not give personal information like my name, so it just sort of stuck. Now, I am telling whoever reads this blog my name because I do not want to forget it.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

I got to watch a man get mauled by the Rake last night. It was vicious, amusing to see the same man who made Nate disappear, disappear himself. Actually, there were probably bits and pieces of the man left by the time Alexis and I got back to the motel.

 He seemed happy to see the Rake. He was about to say something until the Rake charged at him and started to rip him to shreds. I only saw it. I heard some of it. It was if I was watching a video with the volume turned way down low. I felt someone pulling at my arm. Alexis was crying again. She was saying something but I couldn't quite understand what she was saying. I think she told me to leave so I left.

 I feel sick. And I wanted to do it myself.

Heh,  guess it means I am as bad as they are. I stared at the abyss a bit longer than I should have. I wonder if this is what Fate had in store for me. Guess my life is a tragedy rather than a comedy. I was hoping this will turn into a comedy so that I could at least have a happy ending, but the gods have already decided my fate. Why? Why not. I guess, I don't know. Maybe it is punishment. I needed to be punished. That is probably why I saw that eye before.

Friday, September 19, 2014


I forgot to mention earlier that I got another note telling me the time and place. I have about half an hour before the time, so I'm just going to type out some thoughts. I've been thinking about the note and the crimes that I have committed.  It has been in the back of my mind for years. Not the note, the crimes.

I am still trying to figure all this out.

It really doesn't make any sense. Now that I know I have murdered people, I want to know why I killed them.

Did He make me do it? Does his powers go beyond memory tempering? I doubt it, but He sure didn't help.

Perhaps I am a puppet. Then, if that's true, why did I kill another puppet?

My actions are also somewhat in my control. I say somewhat because I can't remember most things.

The only explanation that I can think of that sort of makes sense is that the Rake caused all this. If I recall correctly, the Rake has a habit of implanting ideas while one sleeps. But, the thing is, I have barely seen him since childhood and a few other times. What set off that horrible urge? Or was he coming to me while I slept recently? Telling me what to do.

Why would the Rake get me to kill his game? As that man told me. The only reason I can think of is just to screw with us. Yes, I said us. The Rake probably has "servants" that he puts against each other. Why? It must be his form of amusement. Does that make me a servant? I guess.

I wonder if this means Gramps (I still refer to him by that silly nick name. Damn habits.) and the Rake were working together. Why? I don't really know. All I know that both were screwing with me. Maybe they just decided to work together for a while until they break me and then one can betray the other or some shit like that. Then again, I can be completely wrong.

Well, I'm leaving. Once I meet that man, I'll be ready.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Well Look What We Have Here. Another Fucking Note.

And it's from that asshole. Apparently he wants me to meet him. It had something to do about payback and shit. His master really doesn't like competition.  I have to meet him soon.

How very specific. Soon. Soon can either mean today, which I doubt, tomorrow, or weeks from now. This man really likes to set me on edge. Fuck him, and fuck his master. I don't even know if I care anymore. To hell with all of this.

Friday, August 29, 2014


I can't believe after all this time we finally meet each other. It's been a while since I have seen Gramps. I think months or years. I sort of lost track of time. Now the Rake on the other hand, and the City, I've had numerous encounters with. That fucker seems to travel.  Although I have yet to see any Doors ever since that incident.  I miss them. I miss the life I had
 before all of this. It all seems really strange, unreal.  Running seems futile because they always seem to show up when you least expect it. Or, I get some horrible revelation about something horrible or a terrible thing that I had done without me even knowing I had done it. And I feel that I am disgusting and I need to be punished.

I wish I was wiser and stronger and able to talk to others, and  inspire them. Ugh, it's a good thing Slender just chills in the background, which is a bit unnerving, but most of the time I barely notice him.

Fuck it. I'm just going to go back to staring at the wall.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Still a bit sick

I am feeling a little bit better than I was yesterday. I am still a bit weak though. Alexis is still asleep. She stood up all night. Hah. I am lucky the manager believes me when I say that I am about 18. Although he wishes I would get an ID and a job. I don't know how long I'll be staying here. What with all the monsters. So, I guess it would be pointless to do so.

Yeah, I remember what i was told last night. It hasn't hit me yet. I'll give it some time.  Right now my feelings a hard to figure out. Then again, when aren't they? This time, I guess I am numb. There must be some feelings under there. Probably a lot of self hatred.

Thursday, July 31, 2014


While Alexis was or is busy blogging, here I am feeling the first stage of an illness. It doesn't help that we don't eat much, but I really don't have much of an appetite,  and I aalso don't sleep much either. My life is just vague. I only do things because Alexis wants me to. Other than that,  I would probably spend my time in bed, maybe content to waste away. At least I won't have to see that dreadful man or those creatures any more if I were dead.

Fucking headache. Welp, it for today.

Friday, June 13, 2014

A cruel joke

I finally know what happened.  I got another note and a picture.  He's dead. That is what the note said,  and the picture is there to confirm it. There is a little smiling face with the tongue sticking out at the end of the note. It is way past April.  It is not even funny. This is actually a really cruel prank and he is still dead. Isn't he?

Monday, May 26, 2014


So, I found some note under a rock near the door. Great thinking for the person as it was rather windy outside.  I think it might rain.

Now, the note. That man, the one who has been following on and off for who knows how long knows where my friend is. I really don't like the looks of this. I have to meet this person soon. I don't know when exactly; the note was vague. I think it might be one of those surprise visits so that I won't be prepared and therefore be on edge. I sure fucking am right now.

Sunday, May 25, 2014


He's gone. I can't find him anywhere. I looked everywhere. And I still cannot find him. I looked under the beds, in the closet, in the bathroom, the fridge, EVERYWHERE!

He has been gone for days now. He is never gone for days. Oh, what if he finally gave in and opened the monsterous door? Why would he leave us then? It doesn't make sense. He does not seem like the type to leave us. I hope he isn't.

God now I am scratching my arms so much and I can barely sleep. Alexis says that I have to sleep. She says that I need to rest so that we can think clearly. But I can't sleep. Fuck.notthis shit again. Perhaps I should try to sleep.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Things Are Fine

My feelings for that man have yet to go away. I thought they did after who knows how long but nope. He smiled at me and I got those metaphorical butterflies up in my stomach.
In other news. Damn it is cold. They have tthe AC on. Also, I keep coughing.  It is probably nothing serious. It could be allergies or a minor cold.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

(Un)Real talk

Holy shit. I forgot I had this. Well, it is not like anything interesting happened,  other than what appears to be the Rake showing up.  We only heard something,  but we weren't really taking our chances.

Let me talk about how I feel. To be honest I don't really know. I mean, having to move around so much gets bothersome,  I guess it is better than being stuck in a room for a long period of time. And at least I have some campanions with me. They help keep me company, so I won't get too lonely or kill again. So far, so seemingly good.
I still have nightmares sometimes. These aren't the nightmares where I'm being chased or it gets so dark and there's something whispering or I'm being yelled at or everyone hates me. Lately I have nightmares of hurting others, plus some of the other nightmares I have just listed.

And it feels so unreal. Like I look through my post and I keep wondering if that actually happened or if I remember it wrong. Like when I killed that man with my own two hands and threw him in the city. Did I really throw him in the ccity or did I just tthink that I did? Iwas so out of it. The city is supposed to suck you in when you open it. I think. Maybe it made an exception to me or maybe I remembered it wrong and was being hopeful.  Damn this.

There is also that man who keeps on following us. He does not show up too often.  Thank goodness.  I get anxious whenever I see him
I wish that he will just leave me alone. Seriously,  what does he want? I just want to forget.