Midnight Rendezvous-Day 19

I've plowed through this entire channel called Marble Hornets that many Slender fans claim to be an indisputable account of Slenderman encounters by this guy who calls himself Jay or J or some shit.

I researched on this Marble Hornet guys, and they admit it's fake, a sort of personal ARG project they were doing in lue with the Slenderman fandom.

They even admitted it to be so, and yet people continue to flock all over their channel to watch it, some even got to the point where they think it was actually real and they're just telling everyone that it's fake to downplay the hype.

I mean, come on, look at that Slenderman guy they're having in their so-called 'footage'. It's so obvious that it's just some silly huge man-made mannequin that they just put up together and Frankenstien-ed it into an arts and crafts reject. How could anyone fall for that?

I can make better stilt-looking guys than this.

Though, to be honest, while they're pretty fake and all, I gotta admit, it was actually quite creepy.

They got the timing, the special effects, the mystery and the dialogues pretty right, I'll give 'em that.

Got myself a Long John sandwich, maybe I should share it with Bushy…

No, wait, he's not around today. I guess he thought I won't be feeding him again today, so decided to go out hunting as usual.

Ah, well, more for me then.

Huh, new video update from Marble Hornets.

I guess it couldn't hurt watching.

For research.

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