It's been eleven days since Mike disapeared. Iv'e exhausted all reasources to find him. Police...Family....Money...nothing.
I was dead asleep. A blinding white light filled the room, so bright infact, that it woke me up. I must have dozed while taking watch over Mike, since I was still in the chair next to his bed. Thunder now boomed, shaking the house.
I'm not afraid of thunder storms. I enjoy them actually. Their flashing lights are beautiful and the thundering booms are invigorationg. This one however, didn't sit well with me. I got up to go the the kitchen when I noticed something strange. There was an absence of noise in the room. No coughing, mumbling, or shifting of covers. Another flash of lightning.
Mike was gone.
I almost had a fucking heart attack. I stood there for at least ten minutes. Shocked. How? How could someone come in my house and take a whole human without making a sound? I ran outside calling his name, constantly telling myself this was a dream. No one responded. I quickly ran back inside and called the police. As I was talking to the police, I started to head back outside to get my neighbors.
I stopped.
Someone was standing in the doorway. He wore a red racoon mask. He laughed and came at me. All it took was one punch and I was knocked out instantly. When I woke up, there was an EMT squatting over me asking if I was okay. I didn't know what to say. Was I okay? Who cares. Mike is gone.
I've spent days looking for him. The police gave up on the fourth day. They said they would tell me if something came up that involved him. For some reason I knew it wouldn't. But I wont give up. I wont give up. I wont give up.
I need help. Please....help me find Mike.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Pulling An All Nighter
I've been with Mike all day. He hasn't left my sight for a minute and he won't. I skipped out on my new job, just to make sure he will be okay. If some of you guys are crazy enough to find my address and leave messages about how your going to take him, then it's only natural I assume you would be crazy enough to actually do it.
He finally looks like he is getting better. We talked for a little bit, but for the most part, he has been trying to sleep off his fever.
Sitting here for a whole day has not been fun. I've been trying to find ways to keep me from going insane. I've been through countless crossword puzzles (4 of them) and a few sudoku. For some reason though, I kept returning to this blog, reading my own posts, and ultimately reading more about the "Slender Man". A common theme of all the people who seem to "encounter" the Slenderman seem to have some kind of mental disease. Does that not trigger something? Does that not make you think, "Oh, they're crazy!". It does for me.
Mike isn't crazy. He has no record of mental illness that I know of.
Another theme that goes along with the SlenderMan is called slender sickness. It's the symptoms that you get when you are haunted / contacted by the SlenderMan. Being paranoid, having a cough, and insomnia does not mean your being stalked by an urban legend. The symptoms are just too broad for me to believe this thing even exists. All of these accounts of being stalked and yet this has not made national news, or something. I mean, if I see a tall business man with no face, 10 feet tall, just standing there, I would throw a fucking brick or something at it and call the goddamn police.
There's a word I'm looking for...it's something kids have...OH, Imagination.
He finally looks like he is getting better. We talked for a little bit, but for the most part, he has been trying to sleep off his fever.
Sitting here for a whole day has not been fun. I've been trying to find ways to keep me from going insane. I've been through countless crossword puzzles (4 of them) and a few sudoku. For some reason though, I kept returning to this blog, reading my own posts, and ultimately reading more about the "Slender Man". A common theme of all the people who seem to "encounter" the Slenderman seem to have some kind of mental disease. Does that not trigger something? Does that not make you think, "Oh, they're crazy!". It does for me.
Mike isn't crazy. He has no record of mental illness that I know of.
Another theme that goes along with the SlenderMan is called slender sickness. It's the symptoms that you get when you are haunted / contacted by the SlenderMan. Being paranoid, having a cough, and insomnia does not mean your being stalked by an urban legend. The symptoms are just too broad for me to believe this thing even exists. All of these accounts of being stalked and yet this has not made national news, or something. I mean, if I see a tall business man with no face, 10 feet tall, just standing there, I would throw a fucking brick or something at it and call the goddamn police.
There's a word I'm looking for...it's something kids have...OH, Imagination.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
You guys think your funny...
Look. You can comment as much as you want on my blog. Hell, you can comment bomb me if you want with weird ass messages. But I swear to FUCKING god, if I find out who wrote this and left it at my door, I will fucking kill you.
I don't know how you got my address but it ends now. Another note like this, and I will have the police on your ass like dots on a motherfucking dice.
I don't know how you got my address but it ends now. Another note like this, and I will have the police on your ass like dots on a motherfucking dice.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Nothing
Mike has been in bed all day. He refuses to take any medicine. Nothing has really changed. (Here comes the rant)
This fucking sucks. This fucking sucks. This fucking sucks.
Since the DAY he got here, it's been nothing but constantly watching him and wondering what the fuck is happening. It's not fair. We were supposed to go to the beach, hang out, play some games, all that shit. Now i'm just sitting here reading something about an urban legend called "Slender Man" and how he is making Mike sick. This is what I have reduced to. Reading fiction.
Yet...every since I read about him...it...whatever, for the first time yesterday (thanks proxiehunter<---sarcasm), I've realized that I have been checking my back more often then I should. Deep down, am I scared of it? No. I'm not.
This fucking sucks. This fucking sucks. This fucking sucks.
Since the DAY he got here, it's been nothing but constantly watching him and wondering what the fuck is happening. It's not fair. We were supposed to go to the beach, hang out, play some games, all that shit. Now i'm just sitting here reading something about an urban legend called "Slender Man" and how he is making Mike sick. This is what I have reduced to. Reading fiction.
Yet...every since I read about him...it...whatever, for the first time yesterday (thanks proxiehunter<---sarcasm), I've realized that I have been checking my back more often then I should. Deep down, am I scared of it? No. I'm not.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Doctors Appointment and Confusion
I woke Mike up today to go to the doctors. He still didn't look good. He was pale and coughing...a lot. It was a struggle to get him into the car. He just stared blankly out the window on the drive to the doctors. I tried to start a conversation, you know, try to get his mind off of whatever was stressing him so much. Nothing. Not a single word.
Nothing changed when we went into the waiting room at the clinic. He just sat there. It kinda scared me. No, it scared me a lot. I asked him, "So, how's it going in California?" My response? Nothing. The appointment wasted no time. He went in and came out 10 minutes later. I asked Mike what was wrong but he just sat there. So, I asked the doctor instead. He said it was just stress and a bad cold. The doctor perscribed him some medicine and told me to call if anything changes.
Now we go on to the "Confusion" part of this post's title. When we got in, Mike went straight to bed. I closed the door and started watching some Tv. I had to leave for work in about two hours, so I wasn't going back to bed. About 45 minutes after Mike went to sleep, I heard the bedroom door creak open. I called Mike's name to see if he got up, you know, maybe to go piss or something. Well it was him, but he didn't have to go piss. Infact he walked straight out of the door half naked. I ran over to him before he could make it down the hallway outside and shook him until he came around. This is what he said when he came around.
Me: Dude wake the fuck up
Mike: There is no waking up from this
Me: Mike, your really starting to freak me out
Mike: oh god...OH GOD
Me: WHAT?
Mike: OH GOD HE IS BEHIND YOU, OH GOD RUN RUN RUN
He then collapsed.
My neighbors heard the commotion and came out to see what was going on. Thank god they did, because I had NO idea what to do. We carried him inside and layed him down on my couch. I told them what happened. They said that he was probably sleep walking, and that since I woke him up during his sleep walking episode, he freaked out. They said he should be fine now but offered to stay around for a little. They must have seen that I was shaking. I declined and said that I could handle it. However, I did ask them to watch over him when I go to work.
Not really the way I planned my first morning with Mike, but hopefully he will be okay. I have to get his medicine now. Mine too.
Nothing changed when we went into the waiting room at the clinic. He just sat there. It kinda scared me. No, it scared me a lot. I asked him, "So, how's it going in California?" My response? Nothing. The appointment wasted no time. He went in and came out 10 minutes later. I asked Mike what was wrong but he just sat there. So, I asked the doctor instead. He said it was just stress and a bad cold. The doctor perscribed him some medicine and told me to call if anything changes.
Now we go on to the "Confusion" part of this post's title. When we got in, Mike went straight to bed. I closed the door and started watching some Tv. I had to leave for work in about two hours, so I wasn't going back to bed. About 45 minutes after Mike went to sleep, I heard the bedroom door creak open. I called Mike's name to see if he got up, you know, maybe to go piss or something. Well it was him, but he didn't have to go piss. Infact he walked straight out of the door half naked. I ran over to him before he could make it down the hallway outside and shook him until he came around. This is what he said when he came around.
Me: Dude wake the fuck up
Mike: There is no waking up from this
Me: Mike, your really starting to freak me out
Mike: oh god...OH GOD
Me: WHAT?
Mike: OH GOD HE IS BEHIND YOU, OH GOD RUN RUN RUN
He then collapsed.
My neighbors heard the commotion and came out to see what was going on. Thank god they did, because I had NO idea what to do. We carried him inside and layed him down on my couch. I told them what happened. They said that he was probably sleep walking, and that since I woke him up during his sleep walking episode, he freaked out. They said he should be fine now but offered to stay around for a little. They must have seen that I was shaking. I declined and said that I could handle it. However, I did ask them to watch over him when I go to work.
Not really the way I planned my first morning with Mike, but hopefully he will be okay. I have to get his medicine now. Mine too.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Bad News
I picked up Mike from the airport. He didn't look too good. He was very pale and coughing...a lot. During the car ride home we had to stop twice for him to cough up/throw up stuff. I gave him some medicine and he has been sleeping all day.
He is also...talking. In his sleep that is. I can't really make out what it is, but he has never done that before. I'm going to take him to the doctor tomorrow.
He is also...talking. In his sleep that is. I can't really make out what it is, but he has never done that before. I'm going to take him to the doctor tomorrow.
I have three words for you...
So. Fucking. Excited.
On my way now to pick up Mike. It's about an hour drive to the airport.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Great Weekend
It's been a great weekend. I went down to the restaurant (it's called the Pavilion btw) and filled out a simple application. Upon first glance it seemed to be just a normal run-down restaurant but as I got closer and went inside it was HUGGGEEE. There were statues of knights and different elegant paintings. Talk about being a fancy! I talked to the manager (Phillip) for a good hour. I guess that was the interview because I got the job! Tomorrow is going to be my first day and I am looking forward to it. Finally...something to do.
In other news a rumor has been going around our apartment complex about our neighboring complex that had a homicide. Police are looking into it now. Supposedly a 10 year old boy beat his friend to death with a baseball bat. They said he kept saying "He told me to do it" over and over. Pretty creepy if you ask me.
On the more brighter side of the grass, I'm going to pick Mike up from the airport on Tuesday. It's going to be a great summer!
In other news a rumor has been going around our apartment complex about our neighboring complex that had a homicide. Police are looking into it now. Supposedly a 10 year old boy beat his friend to death with a baseball bat. They said he kept saying "He told me to do it" over and over. Pretty creepy if you ask me.
On the more brighter side of the grass, I'm going to pick Mike up from the airport on Tuesday. It's going to be a great summer!
Friday, April 27, 2012
North Carolina
I was planning on writing in this blog everyday but it seems that won't be happening due to all the unpacking I've been doing and still am doing. What can I say, I have a lot of shit. I just finished unpacking my desktop computer and I plan on hooking it up later on tonight. Hopefully I wont need a manual, I'm not the brightest when it comes to computers.
I went by a local store today and got myself a newspaper. Surprised at how many people read them still down here (note: I say down here because I come from Ohio). If there is one thing that I need urgently right now....it's a job.
I scanned through the some want ads but I didn't really see anything worth going to an interview for. My new neighbors (which by the way are nice as can be) brought me over some "apparment" warming gifts. Let's see...what were there names again...Oh! Kathy and Frank. We got to talking about some of the local hotspots (and I use that term lightly) and they mentioned a nice dine-in restaraunt that is located downtown. They told me they are hiring for a wait-staff position and that the wait-staff there make pretty good tips. I might go check it out tomorrow and see if I can get an application.
One thing I am extremely excited about is Mike. Only 4 more days till he comes to North Carolina to live with me for a few months! Can't wait! I spoke with him today on the phone a little. He was just as siked as I was, though, he just recently caught a really bad cold. Kinda weird how that happens though, he was talking non-stop about the good beach weather over there.
Well, I am in need of nurishment. Here I come Chic-Fil-A!
I went by a local store today and got myself a newspaper. Surprised at how many people read them still down here (note: I say down here because I come from Ohio). If there is one thing that I need urgently right now....it's a job.
I scanned through the some want ads but I didn't really see anything worth going to an interview for. My new neighbors (which by the way are nice as can be) brought me over some "apparment" warming gifts. Let's see...what were there names again...Oh! Kathy and Frank. We got to talking about some of the local hotspots (and I use that term lightly) and they mentioned a nice dine-in restaraunt that is located downtown. They told me they are hiring for a wait-staff position and that the wait-staff there make pretty good tips. I might go check it out tomorrow and see if I can get an application.
One thing I am extremely excited about is Mike. Only 4 more days till he comes to North Carolina to live with me for a few months! Can't wait! I spoke with him today on the phone a little. He was just as siked as I was, though, he just recently caught a really bad cold. Kinda weird how that happens though, he was talking non-stop about the good beach weather over there.
Well, I am in need of nurishment. Here I come Chic-Fil-A!
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Introduction
I've tried to think of the most un-cliche way to start off this blog and I have concluded that it is impossible to not sound cliche for an Introduction.
My name is Bishop (yeah I know, weird name). I don't really know why I made this blog. Out of boredom I suppose. You see, my WHOLE life was school (inb4the"WOW REALLY?"). Friends, work, and my social life were all centered around my school. Now that I have graduated from high school, I don't really have anything to do for a few months. I just recently moved to North Carolina due to some "issues" I have been having.
Luckily though, my best friend, Mike is staying with me for the duration of my "break" from school. He is the coolest, smoothest person I know. I would even go as far to say he could get out of or "into" anything. His plane arrives from California in 7 days. Cant wait to see him!
My name is Bishop (yeah I know, weird name). I don't really know why I made this blog. Out of boredom I suppose. You see, my WHOLE life was school (inb4the"WOW REALLY?"). Friends, work, and my social life were all centered around my school. Now that I have graduated from high school, I don't really have anything to do for a few months. I just recently moved to North Carolina due to some "issues" I have been having.
Luckily though, my best friend, Mike is staying with me for the duration of my "break" from school. He is the coolest, smoothest person I know. I would even go as far to say he could get out of or "into" anything. His plane arrives from California in 7 days. Cant wait to see him!
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