Midnight Rendezvous-Day 17

Or is it Day 18? 19? 20? 200?

Ah, who cares?

I'm totally knee-deep in this shit now.

I've been hunting about in the internet to do more research on this Slender character. From what I can hear and see from my spot in the secret attic, they've already sent people to cut off the water and electricity.

I had to rely on candles for light (that I stole from my own house or from other people's kitchens whenever I have the chance to sneak in) and smuggling empty water bottles and stealing water from people's gardens, as well as shoplifting from nearby convenient stores and grocery shops for food. And I jack other people's power outlets just to have my laptop charged.

I even have to hijack neighbouring internets just to get a signal to go online.

And I can tell you, bad reception and crappy internet lines can be a bitch sometimes.

Haven't really gotten around to the bathing part yet though, but it's not important anyways.

Bushy comes and goes these days. He knows that I won't be able to feed him on a regular basis, since I'm busy trying to feed myself as well, and he's self-sufficient enough to hunt for his own food and return to me on his own time, and when I'm available, I'll be able to give him some of my scraps.

I managed to find a couple dozens of blogs dedicated to Slenderman and stuff, most of them obviously fake, since they just assume some sort of weird identity and just make up some sort of stupid encounters between them and the Tall and Pale. I even read through some stories in certain forums and story-telling websites which also detail the so-called writers' encounters with him.

They're all fake.

Obviously all fake.

I knew it.

We all knew it.

Even Victor Surge admitted it so.

Then why is it so infectious? Why is it so contagious? Why is it so malicious?

Why is it so convincing that it drove Jan to the point of insanity?

I gotta know.

I really gotta know.

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