Alright, gotta calm down…Gotta calm the fuck down…
Take a deep breath. That's it.
I can't believe this is happening. All this…All this is so weird…
Hold up, lemme just backtrack a little bit before I get ahead of myself.
A couple of months before I made my last spooky post, the apartment was more or less calmed down a little after Bart and his posse were all taken into custody for their sudden murder spree. Harrigon had his hands tied with them, so he hadn't been visiting for quite some time to work on his leads.
When he did come over, it was always what weird stuff he's been hearing Bart and his posse blabbering about while they're behind bars. They were all going on and on about how the victims that they attacked were frickin' stilt monsters and how super sure they were that they have got the right one, the one that had been behind the missing kids and the first dead teen from this apartment.
He even called in docs and shrinks to check them out and all tests that had anything to do with drugs that might mess up their brains came out negative. They weren't high, not even on oregano, whatever the hell that dope means, and the shrinks couldn't figure out how the hell they could come up with the same story and same description at separate events. Sure, they had a history of violence and stuff in their rap sheet, but none of them showed anything that had to do with mental health or brain issues.
Frankly, they were stumped. No one knew what to do with them and they sure as hell are still stoked on the monster theory and not safe to be out in the street.
Then a month ago before my post, shit just happened.
Bart and his posse went missing. Every single one of them, gone from their cells.
Yup, seriously, with bars and locks untouched and all.
No, I didn't find this out from Harrigon—I'd prolly be the last person he'd think to confide to—but from what I gather from the newspapers and the editor/reporter guy—Ted is his name, I think—in 6th floor.
Apparently outta nowhere, when the night shift was doing his rounds at the holding cells at the station, he saw that the cells that held Bart and his posse were empty. The door was still locked tight, and there were no sign of forced entry, but Bart and his posse were not where they were supposed to be. Security cameras didn't catch anyone who might have let them out, and neither did Bart and his posse walked out the front door or anything.
It was like they upped and vanished into thin air.
And the creepy part was that the walls of their cells were littered with drawings of the crossed-out circle. What they used to draw that shit, I don't even wanna know.
The cops were having a field day searching for them, and even dropped by here in the apartment to see if they came back here and hide, but no such luck. Harrigon, when I saw him from where I was, fixing the door frame of the old crony from 7th floor, did not look like a happy camper, that much I can say.
Two weeks ago, they found them.
Surprisingly, it wasn't very far from the station and they couldn't believe they never thought of checking it in the first place.
They found them in the forests of the park behind the station, and from what I see in the newspapers and from the pictures Ted took and showed me as a favour for cleaning out his drowning kitchen, it was not a pretty sight.
Bart and his posse were all present and accounted for, alright, but not entirely in one piece. They were all found gutted and pretty mutilated, and they were all skewered on the branches of the trees like some goddamn shish-kebabs or something. Like they were pieces of meat hung out to dry and ready to be barbecued on a stake.
And the freaky thing was that the trees they were skewered onto were super tall and high. Like 10, 20 feet, that kind of tall and high.
Unless you're at least as tall as Andre the Giant, there is no frickin' way a normal person would be able to climb those trees while carrying a full-grown man, let alone an entire posse.
The worst part was (if things could get any more worse) that they've found the kids. Every single one of them. And they were all just about a few more miles deeper down the same forests, and they were all skewered just like Bart and the posse.
Including the baby.
That just totally opened a shit load of floodgates for that one.
I mean, think about it: missing kids that included a baby in the mix, a bunch of crazy-ass adrenaline junkies up for a little vigilante justice, weird disappearance under the cops' watch, and their bodies found just right behind the cops' territory, right under their very noses, and the boys in blue didn't even notice? That's a whole lotta messed up going on over there.
Which sorta brings me to my last post.
I was finally given clearance by the forensic team to clean the pool and the other areas Bart and his posse had their hands on those poor bastards last week. After the finding of the bodies, the entire apartment was totally livid. They were this close to tearing the cops and the geek squad apart, including Harrigon, for what had happened to those kids, even more so when they were found so close to the station and no one bothered to give a shit's notice about it. People were starting to move out left and right, and the apartment has turned into one helluva ghost building. Only the old cronies who were too senile and rickety to lift a finger remained.
Personally I wouldn't blame the residents for moving. I mean, after what they've been through? I'd leave too if I were in their shoes. But I gotta stay. This place is the only place I've got, and I can't afford to leave, and frankly I wouldn't wanna get found by Momma, not after what she's done to me.
Anyways, I was emptying the pool late that evening and was just getting down to scrubbing it when I suddenly felt abnormally cold, like I just stepped out from a sauna and into a meat locker. I tried to chalk it up to the upcoming autumn, but it was just too cold to be autumn, but not too cold to be winter either. It filled me with a sense of dread, yet at the same time a disturbing sort of calm—a contrast that shouldn't exist together.
And that's where I saw it…Him.
He wasn't very clear at first. I was looking up from my position inside the deep empty pool and saw something dark and blurry incoming. A silent rustle and a soft patter here and there, but not distinct enough to pinpoint his exact position.
Then slowly he came in view into the light. His feet appeared first, one by one, as he sorta climbed down—more like stepped down without effort—into the pool with me. Then his hands and arms were in view, those long, slender-white fingers running slowly along the pool tiles, briefly brushing against the caked-up blood of Williams at the edge of the pool. The way he walked was dead silent, even more silent than a snake that slithered on the smoothest surface you can think of. It was like as if his feet didn't even registered the ground or gravity, but still they were solidly firm on earth.
Then he slouched a little and I could see his torso, and that's when I noticed he was wearing some kinda business outfit that was super black, blacker than the blackest thing I could imagine, and there was no telling where the suit ended and where the pants started, or whether the tie was part of the suit or a separate item of it. He started to slowly extend one of his hands as if to reach over me and I found myself completely paralyzed. Rooted to the spot, my legs did not obey my orders to high-tail outta there and run.
Before I knew, he was kneeling in front of me and his hand extended towards the top of my head, as if to pat me, and I saw his face.
Or there lack of.
There was nothing I could see on that face. It's not even something that meant your vision was blurred or whatever. It was just completely empty. Smooth, white and completely empty, yet at the same time, it bore completely into my eyes, transfixing me with his non-existent gaze, holding me in, keeping me there.
Somehow, it was the exact same feeling I felt when I had my mysterious recurring dreams. This was exactly how it happened, exactly how I felt, but I was not dreaming. This was real, right before my eyes.
The Slenderman is real.
I didn't know how long I stood there or how long he and I locked into each other, but somehow, the moment I caught sight of something wriggling and slithering out of his back at the corner of my eye, my limbs felt like they were suddenly working again. I quickly threw the cleaning broom I was holding at him and made a mad dash to the ladder and climbed the hell outta that pool, never turning back until I was safe and locked inside within my own apartment home.
And the first thing I did after that was put that post.
Fuck…
Fuck me…
He is real…
He is REAL…!!
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