Sunday 23rd, February
“Investigators had pulled the name of a possible suspect, Toby Rogers, a 17 year old boy who a few weeks ago had stabbed his father to death and tried to cover up his escape by setting a fire in the streets and the forest area around the neighborhood. Although they had believed the young boy had died in the fire, investigators suspect that Rogers may still be alive, due to the fact that his body was never found.”
My eyes scanned over the ending of the Creepypasta one last time.
“Ticci Toby. Crap, how did I not realize it then?!” I leaned back in my chair, shaking my head.
I was at home, back at my computer desk; a day had passed since the meeting of Ticci Toby and The Sender.
I sighed as I scanned the last few sentences of “Ticci Toby” for the tenth time on the computer monitor. I was alive and thankfully still in one piece. I should have been celebrating but yet, the only thing I could do was mentally kick myself for being so stupid the day before. I should have realized where I was the moment Connie had mentioned her son’s name. It should have immediately told me what was coming next, but I’d been too stupid to realize it.
“Ugh…” I groaned as I buried my hands into my face. I really need to pay more attention to these things. Especially to what’s coming today. Through the cracks of my hands, I glanced at the taskbar. The tab with the Creepypasta page, was patiently waiting for Log Six to be typed in.
I moved the cursor over to the tab, but hesitated. I wasn’t ready to write down Log Six. Hell, I wasn’t ready to ever write again. The Sender’s words reverberated within my mind, “If that fails to motivate you, then we can just send the next visitor to see your parents the next night.”
“No,” I murmured, “I have to write this, not unless I want to see the ones I love suffer.”
After another quick breath, I clicked the tab and began writing Log Six.
Nearly twenty minutes later, I typed in the last few words.
“There.” I said flatly. “Are you happy Sender?”
I glared at my monitor when I didn’t receive a response.
“Don’t play coy with me now. Not when I’m so close to finishing this. I know you’re listening. You’ve been listening for the past six days of this hell you’ve put me through.”
As I suspected, a text box immediately formed on my desktop. Words began to fill its emptiness.
“Indeed I have, and it has been such a wonderful experience.”
I wanted to scream, to holler, to curse at those few words, but I remained silent. I know how your game works now. I won’t give you the satisfaction of seeing my reaction.
I blinked a few times at the monitor, waiting for The Sender to continue.
“Ahhhhh, You have no idea how much it gladdens me to see how you have changed.”
I cocked my head. Changed? I silently wondered what he meant by this. The only change I could think of was the one where I no longer had the pleasure of living out each day of my life normally, but instead I had to live out each day, expecting a monster from Creepypasta to show.
Almost as if it could read my thoughts, more words filled the text box, “Yes, J.T. You have changed. Whether you realize it or not.”
And if I have changed, then it’s probably not for the best.
“But now, it matters not.” And for once, I actually agreed.
“What matters now is today. It is the seventh day, the seventh log, the seventh encounter.”
There was a brief pause in his typing before it continued, “Now only one question remains. Are you ready?”
For some reason, I felt like The Sender had chuckled while writing that last question. (Don’t ask me how, I just knew.)
I thought long and hard before giving an answer.
“You want the truth?” I asked, “No, I’m not ready. In fact, I doubt I’ll ever be ready.”
“I am not surprised, really. None are ever ready. I just wanted to see your reaction to the question.”
“I just wanted to see your reaction.” yeah, yeah, blah, blah. Let’s just get on with this. I want this to be over.
“Well, there you have it. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to go ahead and sign off now. You know, to go get ready for your next “friend” when he or whatever it is shows up.”
The text box emptied, “Really? You want to scurry off already? Not even ask a single question?”
Hahahahah! Uh, let me think about that for a moment, “No.”
The box remained empty for even longer, no doubt in surprise by my lack of questions. I really didn’t care for answers anymore.
“Very well, as you wish.” It stated. The box suddenly vanished, leaving me alone.
“Huh, ‘As you wish’ ‘ey? If you really cared about what I wished, I wouldn’t even be here.”
But that didn’t matter, it was time to get ready.
It was nearly four o’clock when the final visitor arrived. I was sitting on the swing set in my front yard at the time, my backpack with me. I’d packed everything I’d used over the previous encounters, plus one extra, my father’s handgun (That’s right, I was properly prepared this time.) I was still wearing the same clothes I’d worn the day before.
At first, I didn’t even realize the encounter had started, because unlike all of my previous encounters, this one was subtle.
I was quietly swinging back and forth in a mesmerizing pattern when I felt it. The air seemed to take on a chilling feeling, so chilling in fact that it reached into the very core of my being. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
I stopped swinging and looked around.
Everything appeared the same. It was still my boring front yard, my same boring little Ford and my same boring little house. Nothing seemed out of place, but I knew differently. Something was watching me, something hidden from sight, something dark.
“I know you’re out there.” I said in a calm voice. “I’ve been through enough to know when I’m being watched. So why don’t you make it simple for the both of us and come on out?”
I graciously waited for a response from the visitor, wherever he/it was, but none came.
“What’s the matter?” I called out, “You shy?” I let the question hang.
There was still no answer.
Hmm, not what I was expecting.
My eyes continued to scan for the visitor, “Well, alright then. Suit yourself.”
I gently resumed swinging. That’s right, just continue to act like you don’t care and they’ll eventually come out. I kept telling myself.
More time seemed to pass as I continued swinging, getting colder with every passing second. But I didn’t let it faze me. I kept swinging. Thunder rumbled in the distance, reminding me of my previous encounter. Ah, storms. Yippee.
The atmosphere of my surroundings slowly began to change around me. The sunny sky had now become gray and cloudy. The peaceful quiet, was now being torn apart with small, sudden, gusts of wind.
I kept looking around while this occurred, half expecting to see the monster slowly approach me, ready to make the kill. But still, there was nothing. How strange.
“You know,” I mumbled as I quickly zipped up my hoodie from the cold, “You’re really starting to disappoint me. I was expecting the final visitor to be the scariest, creepiest, deadliest one of the bunch and so far the only thing you’ve done is nearly kill me with boredom-”
A gust of wind suddenly blew, causing my teeth to chatter.
“-and cold.” I finished.
More wind began to blow, chilling the already freezing air. I began to shiver uncontrollably, my teeth chattering.
I hugged my arms in an effort to conserve heat. Jeez. Don’t tell me this thing is going to try to freeze me to death.
More thunder rumbled, closer this time. Ice cold rain suddenly began to patter and sting my head with its cold. I silently cursed, then pulled on my hood.
That’s when I felt it.
A sudden buzz filled my ears, like the sound of white noise from a channel-less TV set. It started small then began to grow into a long painful drone. My head began to hurt, my vision suddenly became blurred and my ears were ready to burst.
My hands instinctively clamped to my ears, trying to block out a noise that had no external origin.
The pain in my mind was unlike anything I could ever describe. The closest I could come to it would be having a mixture of molten lead and acid being poured onto my brain.
The pain continued to burn through my head, then slowly drip into my neck, my shoulders, my arms, until finally it consumed the rest of my body.
I fell off the swing in agony as this unnatural pain continued to burn from my insides.
I could no longer see. Dots, fluorescent colors, shadows and much more began to swim through my vision. What’s…happening…to me!? I mentally screamed, as the pain somehow intensified.
My eyes began to droop; a strange sense of fatigue crept in, until finally I could bear the pain no more.
When my eyes opened, the first thing I noticed was how cold it was. The second, was how frightened I felt.
An unnatural fear had gripped me, a fear that didn’t even begin to compare to that of the Rake or any of the other previous visitors had conjured up.
I slowly sat up with my arms wrapped around my shoulders shivering uncontrollably. The air was damp with a brisk fog covering everything that could be seen, out of sight.
Where am I? What is this place?
My eyes darted from point to point trying to make out anything in this unnatural fog.
Nothing could be seen. Well, I can’t stay here. I need to get my stuff and get moving. I reached over to grab my bag but my hand met only the fog. I realized with dread that I didn’t have it. It was still back at home, leaning against the swing set.
“Crap!” I hissed, but didn’t dare speak any louder. Some internal voice of mine quietly warned me to keep quiet. Something was dangerously amiss about this fog.
I took a few more shaky breaths before slowly rising to my feet.
I had no idea where this place was, or even the time of day. The sky was completely gray, covered with clouds as thick as the fog.
Thunder rumbled, quickly followed by rain.
Great, just when I thought it couldn’t get any creepier.
I stared into the fog.
What now? I turn my head assessing the many paths I could choose from.
They all looked the same. Damp, foggy, and cold.
Why can’t it ever be nice, sunny, and warm?
Taking another deep breath, I picked a random path and set down it. As I walked, my mind sifted through the many Creepypasta stories I’d read in the past in an effort to try and figure out which one this could be. Sadly, there wasn’t any I could think of. The cold and that constant tugging of fear only made it harder to think straight.
My foot suddenly tripped over a tree root, throwing me off balance.
“Oh-” I let out before falling face first into the dirt.
Let me rephrase what I just said up there earlier: The cold and constant tugging of fear only made it harder to think straight and walk straight.
I let out a silent curse as I got up and dusted myself off.
Get a grip man! Stay focus, and look where you’re going.
A twig snapped.
I spun in the direction of the noise.
What was that?
I tried to peer through the fog, listening for whatever it was that made the noise.
All was quiet.
Huh, I relaxed. Probably just my imgain-
“Ow!” A young girl’s voice penetrated the silence, along with the crackling of branches.
“What the heck?” I whispered. This wasn’t something I was expecting to hear (it certainly didn’t sound like a monster either).
“Eek! Ugh! I hate the woods!” I heard the voice exclaim.
Yeah. Definitely not the visitor.
Curious, I approached the sound of the girl’s struggling and frequent curses (Which was kinda funny given the situation).
After a few minutes of walking, I finally came upon the ridge line of a forest.
I stopped to take in the sight. The fog was still pretty thick within the forest, but not as thick as where I stood. I could probably make out ten feet at time in there. But of course, a forest is never a good place to be in a horror story, (and so far I’d been in two already).
The girl’s cries of frustration came from within.
I bit my lip. Hmm, looks like I got two options. Go into the creepy forest on the off chance that the voice I’m hearing really does belong to a living person or stay out here in the thick fog with no visibility.
“Son of-” I heard the girl’s voice again.
Heh, forest it is then. Monster or not, something that complains this much is something I’ve got to see.
I continued into the forest, keeping an ear out for every time the girl would curse or when the branches would snap (This person had no sense of stealth, obviously).
Finally, after several long minutes, I came upon an area full of small trees and bushes. The girl’s voice was coming from directly through it.
Alright, here goes nothing.
Cautiously, I made my way into the brush, careful to avoid stepping on any twigs or snapping any branches. The voice grew louder as I got closer. I suddenly heard the sound of several branches snap back.
“Oh, come on!” The girl’s frustrated voice rang out.
I pushed through a few more branches to see the voice’s owner.
A girl was struggling to release her tangled up hair from a tree branch. She was wearing a dark t-shirt with a brown leather jacket.
Her pants were covered in mud, hinting as to why she was making those curses I’d heard earlier.
“Ahh!” She squeaked as a small piece of the branch attached to her hair snapped, hitting her head.
I was trying my best not to laugh.
Well, she looks harmless enough and she doesn’t look like any Creepypasta that I know of.
I cleared my throat and then said, “You know, if you tried breaking off the branch, it’d be easier to get your hair untangled.”
“What the-?” The girl jerked around in surprise, suddenly forgetting her hair was stuck. The branch snapped and swung like a tether ball around her head, nailing her in the face.
“Ow!!!” Her hands went to her face in pain, the branch still dangling from her hair.
I winced. “Oh, jeez. Sorry.” I strode over to help her.
The girl slowly lowered her hands, to reveal a pain streaked face.
I couldn’t help, but smile.
“Hang on, let me help you out.”
I grabbed the branch still attached to her hair, and started to break off the pieces.
“Um, thank you.” She quietly whispered in pain.
“No problem.” I said as I continued to work on the small pieces still stuck in her hair. “I’m J.T. by the way.”
The girl nodded, but didn’t say anything.
After a couple of minutes, I removed the last of the pieces from her hair, “Aaaaannnddd there we go.”
I stepped back admiring my handy work.
“Thank you,” She said for a second time.
“Again, no problem.” Now that I could see her face, I finally got a good look at her.
She looked about maybe, nineteen or twenty. Her hair was dark brown, just past her shoulders, and due to the branch, peppered with specks of dirt. Her face, probably would have looked nice, if not for the now long red line on her left cheek thanks to that branch that had snapped (my bad). Her brown eyes were looking down in annoyance and embarrassment.
Yep, she’s definitely not the visitor. I decided.
I broke the silence, “So, um… Could you tell me where I am?”
She gave me a startled look. “Wait, you mean you’re lost too?”
“Uh,” Well yeah. I guess I am lost, technically speaking. “Yeah.”
Her mouth slightly opened a bit, before snapping shut. “GREAT!!”
“Wuh?” I stepped backed surprised.
The girl turned and paced for a bit, grumbling.
“Um, Are you okay?”
She stopped pacing and turned to me with an angry, (annoyed) look.
“Do I look okay?”
“Err... No, but-”
“Of course not!” She yelled, “Here I am in the middle of these god-forsaken woods trapped, for who knows how long, getting torn by briars, branches and all sorts of things and just when I think I may have found my way out, some weirdo suddenly appears out of nowhere, scaring the living daylights out of me, and causing me to get a red welt on my face!”
I just stared at her, stunned. What the hell had just happened to the nice, embarrassed, (quiet) girl I helped merely fifteen seconds ago?
I shook my head trying to clear my confusion, “I…” but that was as far as I got. She wasn’t done (with her insufferable) ranting.
“Oh and it gets better!” She jabbed a finger at me, “That same weirdo who, magically appeared out of thin air, doesn’t even know where he is either!”
She was starting to piss me off a bit, “Hey! Will you pleas-”
“How in God’s name am I going to-”
“-get out of here without-”
“-knowing where the hell-”
“- I am-”
“HEY!!!” The girl jumped at my outburst. I glared at her, there was just no room for this sort of crap.
“Will you please, listen to me for a second? Let’s try this again.” I resumed in a normal, quieter voice. “Hi, I’m J.T.” I pointed to myself. “Who are you?”
The girl, chewed her lip for few a seconds, contemplating whether or not to answer me.
“Hey, if you don’t tell me your name, I’ll just make one up for you. How’s, ‘Loud-mouth, annoying girl’ sound?”
She narrowed her eyes, flaring her nostrils, “Why you-”
“Uh-uh.” I raised my hand to cut her off, “That’s what I’m going to call you, if you don’t shut up. I didn’t come in the woods to annoy a loud-mouth girl I heard from all the way outside of it. I came because it sounded like someone was having a hard time and needed help. So why don’t you go ahead tell me your name?”
She continued to glare at me.
I stared blankly back. Her glaring wasn’t going to scare me. Not after the hell I’d already gone through.
She finally looked away before relenting, “My name’s Kayla.” She muttered quietly.
Finally. “Good. Nice to meet you Kayla.” I gave her a smile then continued, “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way. Let’s start with what both of us know about this place:
Like me, you’re lost. Like me, you’re unhappy about it. And like me, you want to get out. Now, unlike me you probably came here by choice, I didn’t. Also, unlike me, you probably have a guess as to where we are, I don’t. And unlike me, the only thing you have to worry about is getting out of the woods.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have been that sarcastic with her, but frankly I didn’t need to put up with this and I had bigger problems to worry about. Regardless, however she didn’t take what I said very well.
Kayla stared daggers at me, “Why you, smart mouth, sonova-”
I held up my hand. “Don’t. Just, don’t.” You know what, screw this. “Well, seeing how you’re going to continue acting like an ungrateful child. I’m just going to do, what I was doing before I heard your complaints from over a mile away. Get the hell out of here.” I turned and started walking away, “Oh, I’m sorry for startling you earlier by the way, but just know that your hair getting caught in a tree, is the last thing I’m worrying about. I’ve got bigger problems that you couldn’t even begin to understand and have had much worse than what you’re whining about.”
“Oh yeah, like what? Huh?!” She called out, rising to the challenge, “Try me!”
With pleasure, “You didn’t have to walk out of your bedroom one night, to witness your parents and your siblings, get slaughtered by a smiling, homicidal, maniac.”
I continued walking.
“Nor did you have to deal with a freak, wielding hatchets chasing you through the woods in the middle of the night!” I lowered my voice, “And most of all, you didn’t have to wake up each morning with the realization that you’d have to face another horror that day, all because you simply wanted to write a story.” I closed my eyes as I said that last sentence. It was painful, but true. All of this, all of these logs, the death, the horror, was all caused by me. I was responsible.
“Wait,” Kayla called for me to stop.
I halted, letting out an annoyed sigh, before turning to answer. “Yes?”
Surprise was written all over her face. “W-what did you say?” She stammered.
Must I repeat myself? Jeez, “I said, I had to deal with a freak wielding hatchets-”
“No, after that.” She said fearfully.
That confused me. “That you didn’t have to wake up every morning knowing you’d have to face a new horror every day, all because you wanted to write a story.”
The blood drained from her face. She took a few steps back, stumbling into a tree.
I cocked my head, “You okay?”
She started muttering something to herself before looking up. “So, you’re real?”
I blinked, “What?”
“You’re real. You’re not part of this story.” Whoa, whoa, what?
I approached her, “What are you talking about? What do you mean I’m real?”
She gave me a fearful look, “Y-you’ve talked to him? Haven’t you? The freak causing this?”
I stopped dead in my tracks. A series of thoughts ran through my mind.
Real, story, freak. Oh crap. Could it be…?
“The Sender?” I asked, dreading the answer.
She leaned back against the tree, then slid down into a sitting position. She nodded her head, “Yeah.”
I gaped, she knew about The Sender that could only mean,
“You’re a writer?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes.” She said quietly.
My mouth opened and closed a few times, I was having trouble believing this. Another writer? Another person going through what I was?
“Oh, wow!” I let out a small hysterical laugh, “Jeez. I didn’t think there was anyone else dealing with this.”
A sad smile crept to her lips, “Yeah,” She let out a sad laugh, “Hey, uh...What-what day are you on?”
Four? That was weird, well actual this whole entire meeting was weird, but you get what I mean.
“Four, huh? You have any idea who it is?”
She shook her head. Jeez, that’s comforting.
That feeling of being watched slowly began to return.
“Well then,” I took a quick glance around to see if anything was lurking by, “Let’s get out of here.”
She looked up at me, doubtful. “And go where exactly? I’ve been here for…” Her face contorted into confusion, “Huh, I don’t really know. Weird.”
How could she not know? I was about to ask but then decided against it. I needed to get my priorities straight. I-no, excuse me, We still had visitor number seven (four, in her case) to worry about, and he/it was somewhere nearby, that much I was sure of.
“Well regardless, we need to get moving. I don’t like the idea of sitting here and waiting for whatever the hell shows up to get us.”
I looked for the easiest path out of here, only to remember how useless that was. It was the same in all directions (Foggy, cold, and wet!).
“Come on,” I hefted her up, “Let’s go.”
For next few hours, or at least I think was hours (there was no clear way to tell), we searched for a way out of the forest. However, it didn’t seem to ever end. It was always the same.
It wasn’t till a good while later, after Kayla (still carrying her “Charitable” personality about the woods) asked for a rest.
“I don’t think resting here is a good idea.” I whispered quietly. The feeling of being watched had gotten stronger and to make things worse, it was colder than ever.
Kayla plopped down by the closest tree.
“Hey, I was trying to find my way out of here long before you showed up, I need a break.” She glared at me.
I sighed, Ugh! Why couldn’t The Sender have just dropped me off in the visitor’s lap? Why stick me with a girl who has nnnnooooo sense of stealth (and who complains about everything)?
For a moment I was tempted to shout aloud and say “Hey freak! We’re over here. Come on and get us so we can get this over with.” I chose not to, instead I decided to lean against a tree. If she’s going to rest, I might as well do the same.
I closed my eyes, and tried to ease my troubled mind by remembering some of the good times before all of this started.
“How many days did he give you?” Kayla’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
With my eyes still closed, I answered, “He gave me a week. Today’s my last day.”
I snorted, “Heh! Lucky? I wouldn’t consider any of this lucky. If I was, I would have written on my first day, ‘Log 1, February 17th: I killed The Sender. The End.’ But no, instead I get killed!”
“You got killed?” She blinked in surprise, “Wow. That must’ve sucked.”
“Heh, like you haven’t?”
My eyes snapped open in surprise, “Wait, really?”
“Yeah.” She said indifferently.
I could only gape, “What? But how-…could...did-you? Ugh!” I closed my eyes again, shaking my head. Just what I needed to hear! The annoying loudmouth-girl, has never been killed through the four days of this. I feel fantastic.
“Oh, and it’s April, not February.”
What? I looked back at her curiously. “Huh? It’s not April.”
She shook her head, “No, it’s April.”
“No it’s not. What do you think today’s date is?”
“April 25th.” She answered, giving me a sarcastic look.
Allow me to add more to the girl’s description: Annoying, loudmouthed, ungrateful and now stupid. How could she possibly not know what today was? The Creepypasta page had a date with each article above it. I mean you would have to be stupid to miss- wait,
“What’s the year?” I asked.
Kayla continued to look annoyed, “2009.”
I stood up immediately.
“Kayla,” I said in a slow, worried tone. “Today’s February 23rd, 2014.”
Kayla began to laugh but stopped short when she noticed my blank stare.
She nervously began to shake her head, “No it’s not. Stop playing around.”
I continued to stare at her.
“You are kidding? Right?”
I wish I was.
I shook my head, “No, Kayla. I’m not.”
Kayla’s face became an expressionless mask as she processed those words. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally said in a shaky voice, “But how?”
I remained silent.
She nervously got to her feet, “How can that be? It can’t be 2014!”
I didn’t have an answer, I was just as clueless as she was (and extremely confused). How could she be in a log set five years ago? I mean every time one of my logs started or ended, it was back on the same date (or next morning) it occurred. So why wasn’t it the same for her?
There had to be more to this.
Kayla began breathing fast, she was obviously shocked by the news.
“Hey,” I said trying to bring her back to reality, “What do you remember before this log started?”
She gulped several more heavy breaths, “I…I…” She paused. It looked like she was struggling to find the right answer, “I don’t-I don’t know. I can’t remember.”
I skeptically shook my head. How could she not remember getting here?
“Kayla-” Something made me stop. A sudden chill, colder than ever before came over me.
“Yes?” Kayla said, waiting for me to continue speaking. I ignored her. I swept my gaze around taking in the sight. The fog was beginning to churn and become thicker, the wind started to nip at me with its ice cold touch, and the sky, was it just me or did it just get darker?
I spun back to Kayla. “We need to move now!”
“What? Why? What’s wrong?”
The visitor’s here, that’s what’s wrong!
I went to grab her, “No time. Let’s g-”
My hand never reached her.
The fog instantly, impossibly, thickened. Shrouding everything around me, including Kayla. “What the-!?” I jumped back, shocked. How?
Kayla’s loud scream pierced the air.
“KAYLA!” I raced forward to help her but encountered nothing. She was no longer there.
“Huh!?” I grounded to a halt. Where’d she go? I swept my gaze from side to side. She’d been here a moment ago.
“KAYLA!!” I shouted her name, hoping to hear a response.
Only thunder rumbled back.
“KAYLA!!!” I tried one more time.
Rain began to pour.
“CRAP!” I cried out, before angrily looking to the sky, “What was the point of that, Sender!? Huh? What was the fricking point!!?”
Why make me meet someone going through the same craziness that I am, then making them disappear? There’s no logic to that!
I began to grind my teeth in anger. “You know what Sender? You’re a –” I was cut short.
The wind suddenly blew, slightly thinning the fog for a moment, giving me full view of someone standing merely ten feet away from me. At first, I thought that it might have been a statue or a mannequin of some sort because of its stillness, but that thought went away quickly enough.
The figure was wearing a dark business-like suit with a black tie. His skin was pale, and he couldn’t’ve been more than seven feet tall. Fear, followed by that strange deafening buzz filled my mind as I saw the figure’s face. Or to be more precise, his absence of a face.
“Oh, crap.” I knew who this was. Hell, anyone who’s ever read Creepypasta knew who this was.
“Slen-slend-” My mouth stumbled over the word, “Slenderman?”
The buzz intensified.
“Oh,” I silently threw every curse, insult, and damning thing I knew The Sender’s way. Out of all people I could’ve encountered next, why this one?
The fog shifted back into place, erasing the view of my last visitor.
“What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?” I kept whispering to myself.
I didn’t want to run, in fear that as soon as I did, I might literally run into him. But I sure as heck didn’t want to stay in one place either.
So what could I do?
The buzzing was beginning to grow within my head. I instinctively placed a hand on its side.
I can’t stay here, I can’t run. Crap!
That was my only option (besides giving up).
I chose the nearest path and set down it with a fast pace. I knew that walking away from a monster, in efforts to escape it, wasn’t exactly logical, but then again neither was a tall, faceless freak, that could teleport from place to place, and grow appendages logical.
I kept my eyes forward at all times, never once checking to look behind me. I knew of too many stories about this guy to know, looking at him wasn’t a good idea. (Nor was running.)
“Just keep walking. Just. Keep. Walking.” That’s all I could do.
The buzzing, the fog, the rain, the chilling air, only grew worse.
At least… Now I know… What’s causing… All of this. My thoughts we’re beginning to become disjointed, and disjointed, and disjointed, and disjointed. Until there was nothing left but the fear, the buzzing, and two words:
Something cold, foreboding, touched my shoulder.
I already knew what it was.
All thoughts of Kayla, The Sender, my family, everything was gone now. Only the primeval instinct to flee and escape remained.
So I ran as fast as I could.
Through the rain, the fog, the cold, the fear.
I couldn’t see anything in front of me, besides the void color of the fog. I could only hope I didn’t run into anything.
But if there was one thing I should have known by now, it was that hope had abandoned me long ago.
I saw him, but was too late.
I crashed right into his chilling embrace before I could stop. I could only see the unending darkness of his clothing, feel the icy, leathery touch of his grasp, and sense the one emotion he seemed to reek in all of us: The fear.
I struggled with all my strength, and willpower to escape his grasp, but his hands, his appendages (or tentacles. Or whatever the heck you wanna call them) drained all of it out of me.
Till I finally looked up to see what every victim always remembered. That blank, pale, face.
The buzz drowned everything within, blinding me with a brilliant white light that burned into my retinas.
I fell screaming as my face made contact with the ground.
“Ow,” I breathed. That was painful.
Dazed, I groggily sat up. I froze when I realized something.
I looked over myself, to be sure. I was all there.
“I’m alive. I’m alive? I’M ALIVE!!!” I jumped up with glee. “YES!!!”
I laughed, I just finished Log Seven? Man, YES!!!
“Thank you, God! Now all I have to do is get on my computer and-wait.” I went quiet.
I finally looked around for the first time.
I was in the woods.
“CCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, towards the sky.
Why the heck was I back in the woods? Why wasn’t I at home? Log Seven’s over!!! What the heck man!!!??
I told myself to calm down and get my bearings.
Okay. Okay. So maybe it’s not over. But I’m still here, so that’s good, right? Just breathe. Just breathe. I leveled out my breathing.
Now, look around, and solve this.
I took in my surroundings. I was still in the woods, but it was different now. It was no longer foggy, the sky was clear minus a few small clouds here and there, and the sun was just beginning to sink in the horizon.
Well, it wasn’t rainy or stormy so that was a plus, at least.
But that still didn’t make any sense. The Slenderman had just caught me, right? So assuming Log Seven wasn’t over, why was I still there?
I took another long look around to make sure I didn’t miss anything. My gaze finally stopped and rested on a small path just a few feet from where I stood.
“Huh.” That was convenient. I looked down the path in both directions, trying to see where each one led. On the south end of it (I knew which direction it was, thanks to the sunset) there appeared to be something large and white, but as to what it was, I couldn’t tell. The other end of the path seemed to travel deeper into the heart of the woods (assuming I wasn’t already in the heart of it).
So north or south?
I didn’t want to stay in the woods any longer than I had to, so I set off down the south path with the hope that the white thing in the distance was either a sign or something that hinted of civilization being nearby. (I’d be happy to see a trashcan at this point.)
As I traveled, I replayed the scene of Kayla just before she disappeared.
She’d thought it was 2009. That was five years ago, why would she think that? Did she start this log back in 2009, and if so, why would I be here then?
But as with the other thousands of questions I had about all of this, I didn’t have an answer.
After another fifteen minutes of walking (and no surprises, thankfully) I discovered what laid at the end of the path.
“A house?” I said in surprise. The house was modern, two storied, well kept, and looked nice. The white I’d seen from the path earlier had been the white vinyl covering on its sides.
Why is there a house in the middle of the woods?
I quickly shrugged off my confusion. It didn’t matter why it was there, what mattered was that it was there. I walked around to the front of the house to see a parked truck and a dirt road. Someone who lives this deep in the woods? Must be a hillbilly.
I eyed the truck, Salvation? Maybe.
I grabbed the handle and pulled.
Dang it. My eyes returned to the house.
If anything, the keys to the truck had to be in there.
Without any better ideas, I transcended the steps of the front porch.
(20$s says this is Ticci Toby’s summer home.)
I extended my hand, but hesitated as I silently debated on whether I should knock or not.
Ah, what the heck? I knocked. If someone bad lives here, so be it. At least, the occupant will know I died with manners.
I waited for an answer, half-hoping someone like Connie from the last log, would open the door.
But it remained closed. I knocked a few more times to make sure.
No one answered.
Alright, I tested the door handle, it was unlocked. Here goes nothing.
I stepped inside.
The front door connected to the house’s living room. It was nice, spacey, and had the usual assortments, like any average living room. A TV, a couch, a few pictures on the wall, that sort of thing. Near the left of the entrance was a stairwell that went to the second floor.
I made a mental note to go up there if I didn’t find the keys down here.
I quickly began scouring the first floor for the car keys. The kitchen, an unused bedroom, and a few other rooms down there. None had what I was looking for. I returned to the living room to give it another good look over before I’d venture up the stairs. I didn’t want to stay here any longer than I had too, and the house seemed empty so far (I sure as heck didn’t want to be here if the owner of the house showed).
I was sweeping through a few bookshelves near the TV when I caught sight of a family photo. I stopped dead in my tracks.
“No way,” I murmured, before snatching the photo to have a better look.
In it was a girl and I assumed, her mother. I recognized the girl.
Shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes, easy complexion. Crap, Kayla?
I shook my head, not believing what I was seeing. This is Kayla. Which means this is-
I looked around the room as realization sank in. This is her house.
Not knowing what to do with this new information, I placed the photo back and headed to the stairs. I could piece things together later, I needed to get out of here first.
I stood at the foot of the stairs, in nervousness.
I could just see the beginnings of a hallway up top, the lights were off, and (to be honest) it looked creepy. I didn’t want to go up, but I didn’t really have much of a choice.
So with a nervous sigh, I put one step forward then the other, and slowly made my way up.
With each step, it creaked, and the lighting from the downstairs windows began to diminish.
Once I reached the final step, I was in total darkness. I couldn’t see anything besides the light from the way I came and a small sliver of it shining through the cracks of a door at the end of the hallway. That’s the one.
I approached the door, ignoring all other doors I passed.
I knew without a doubt, that the keys were in that room, Kayla’s room.
I hesitated when I placed my hand on the door knob. I didn’t know what I’d find in here. For all I knew, Slenderman or even The Sender himself could be waiting. I’d find out.
With a deep breath, I turned the knob and pushed.
No one was inside. Surprised, I looked around.
The room was fairly small. A bed rested on the wall to my right, a wooden shelf at the back beneath a window, and to my left was a computer desk. The floor was littered with dirty clothes and a few crumbled up papers.
Heh, and here I thought girls weren’t messy.
I shut the door behind me and, on a hunch, decided to search the computer desk first. I moved several papers, books, and a wide assortment of crap out of the way but found everything except the keys.
“Hmm,” I murmured putting down a booklet I just looked underneath. “Where could she have put them? Wait,” My eyes caught sight of the computer screen. A textbox was open with a message.
“I hope you enjoy this next one,” It read, “He is relatively new to this site. But I have a good feeling about him. I think he will serve as an excellent visitor for you.”
The Sender. I’d recognize his polite, yet sadistic manner of speaking anywhere now.
I sat down at the desk.
“Uh, yeah he is scary, but he isn’t new, Sender. Where’ve you been?”
I waited for the box to empty, expecting it to suddenly be filled with insults or garbage from The Sender. But to my surprise nothing happened. The words remained.
“Hello? You there? Sender?”
The text remained the same. “Huh,” I clicked out of the box and noticed several different programs running on the taskbar.
The first being the internet browser. Curious, I opened it up.
Several pages of Creepypasta were open. They were: The Rake, BEN Drowned, and a few other stories. So Kayla had been reading the classics of the site, interesting. I wondered what the last one she’d read was. I clicked the history tab of the browser, at the top lay none other than the link to the Creepypasta page of Slenderman.
Ahh, figures. This was the last thing she read, this was Kayla’s last visitor.
I clicked the next program that was open, Microsoft Word 2007.
Oh goody, I get to read one of her logs. I clicked her latest one.
“Log Three, April 24th”
Wait, April 24th? That can’t be right. I looked in the screen’s corner to check the date. It was right, but her Logs weren’t. Weird.
I looked through her files and checked the date it was last opened. April 24th, 2009.
“Huh?” Five years ago? That’s when this was last used? That didn’t make any sense.
I clicked the other files and checked their dates. They all ranged from the year 2009 and back. This couldn’t be right.
Or could it?
I reopened the textbox. Slowly, I began to connect the dots.
The Sender had written this for Kayla the last time she’d been on here. “I hope you enjoy this next one,” Her next log was Slenderman, “He is relatively new to this site.” The site was Creepypasta, Slenderman had been originally written in 2009.
I stood up in shock, as realization began to dawn on me.
I recalled something The Sender had once said to me about the other people he had done this to in the past, “The furthest I have seen one go was to her Fourth Log,” Kayla was on her fourth log.
“Could not handle what she had already read,” The last story she read was Slenderman.
“She was to say, in the least, an utter disappointment.” Kayla couldn’t seem to remember how long she’d been in the woods when I first met her. She couldn’t recall how she’d gotten there either.
“Kayla was the last one he tried this on.” I said in realization, “She didn’t make it.” As I said those words, I knew they were the truth. I knew why I’d been taken there, I knew why Slenderman had been my last log.
There wasn’t a single story where someone was able to escape from him, ever. The Sender brought me here to show that. He wanted to see if I could make it, or at least make it with my sanity still intact. And furthermore, he wanted me to see what had happened to Kayla.
The loud slamming of a door brought me back to the present. My head snapped in the direction of the hallway. It’d come from downstairs.
Slowly, the sound of someone climbing the stairs reached my ears. I quietly went to the door, flicking the lights off, before peering through its cracks. The hallway was dark, the sun that had illuminated the downstairs had finally set, leaving nothing but darkness.
I can’t see anything! Damn it! The light I’d just turned off suddenly blazed back to life.
“What the-?” I looked up at it as it started to flicker on and off, repeatedly until finally, “What’s going on with this-” The bulb suddenly blew, peppering me with glass shards.
“Ack!” I instinctively raised my arms to cover my face. Uncool!
The computer beside me suddenly winked off before turning back on again, showing a large photo. The same photo I’d just seen downstairs of Kayla and her mother, only this time there was something different. A large red X covered Kayla’s face. What is this? What’s going on?
A small, girlish, giggle came from the end of the hall.
My body stiffened at the sound. What was that?
I turned and opened the door, just wide enough to see the entire hall.
One by one, lights suddenly blazed to life from behind each door lining the hallway, casting small patches of light; giving the hall an eerie glow.
At the hallway’s end,
I stiffened at the sight.
Jeans, now turned black from the mud and blood.
A torn, bloody-brown leather jacket.
Bloodied, shoulder length, dark brown hair.
Foggy, crazed, brown eyes.
A twisted, but strangely, happy smile.
“K-Kayla?” I gasped.
“Ohhh, Jaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy Ttttttttttttteeeeeeeeeee.” She giggled.
“I…I…W-What happened to you?” I stuttered.
Kayla took a few, playful steps forward, then gestured at herself, “Why something, wwwwoooonnnnddddeeerrrfffuuull.”
No, more like horrible!
She started to walk forward, dragging a knife that I hadn’t noticed at first along the wall. Leaving a long screeching, whining, gash in its wake. The sound made me wince, but only seemed to make her smile.
Lord, what did it do to her?
“K-Kayla,” I try to put on a brave voice, but a quivering whimper was all I could muster, “I-I don’t know what he-It did to you, and I can see it wasn’t good. So please, just-just put the knife down and let’s talk about this.”
She stopped for a moment, giving me an incredulous look, “Oh, but we are talking J., hehehe, and if you wait there, we’ll be doing more than that, or should I say, you’ll be doing more than that?”
That didn’t sound good.
I took a few involuntary steps back, “I-uh…I-uh”
She was five feet away from me now, she began grinning, “Too stunned for words? Don’t worry, we’ll fix that up right quick!” She opened her arms up, with the knife still in hand, “Why don’t you give me a warm welcoming hug?”
I jumped back, slamming the door before locking and placing my back against it.
Ohhhh man, this is bad. This is bad!
“Ooooohhhhhhhhh Jaaaaaaayyyyy?” Her upset, but mocking, voice pierced the door, “That’s not how you treat a friend.”
If only she could’ve seen my face at that comment, “Uh, for the record. We were never really friends to begin with. We were just two people, lost in the woods, trying to find our way out.”
I frantically looked about the room for the car keys as I said this. Where were they?
“But Jaaaaaaaayyyyy,” Another small, girlish giggle (I hate those), “We don’t have to be strangers. Heheh, why don’t you open up for me? Hmm?”
What am I? Crazy?
“No thank you!”
“Aww, oh well. Have it your way then.”
What’s that’s supposed to mean?
The door shook on its hinges, nearly causing me to topple forward.
“Whoa!” Oh no. Not again, she’s trying to break the door down!
“1…2…3...” Slam, “4…5…6.” Slam. She sang.
“Damn it, Kayla! Stop!”
The knife’s blade shot through the wood missing my head by an inch.
I gaped at it as Kayla worked and pulled it free from the wood. “Don’t think I missed J., Heheheh! I knew where your head was.”
Leaning against the door: No longer an option.
I ran forward, took hold of the computer desk and dragged it in front of it. The computer and several other knick knacks spilt to the floor as it was yanked free from the wall.
Good, now onto the keys. They had to be here somewhere.
I started with the bed, throwing off its covers, looking beneath it, and throwing off its mattress. Searching every nook and cranny of it. Then I moved onto the desk tossing every drawer out and emptying its contents onto the floor.
Where else then? My gaze fell onto the many clothes strewn across the floor.
Could it be in one of them?
I grabbed the nearest pair of jeans, emptying its pockets for the keys.
When nothing would come out, I went on to the next, then next, then the next.
Until only one pair remained.
“Please, don’t fail me now.” I begged as I grabbed them.
After offering up a quick prayer, I placed my hand into its first pocket.
The bedroom door, shook a few more times, distracting me. “J.T.! Open up!” Kayla demanded.
Relax, she can’t get in. You’re fine. Just check the other one man.
I reached into the second aaaaannnnndddddd,
I clenched my teeth, “What!? Oh come on!!! Where are the keys!?”
“Ohhhhhh Jaaaayyyyy,” A metallic, jangling sound came from behind the door, “Are you looking for something?”
The noise resumed, taunting me.
“Chingaling, chingaling, chingaling.”
There’s only one thing that could be making that noise.
“The keys?” I asked with dread.
“Chingaling.” The keys jangled.
Well, there goes my plan of escape.
The door shook inward, three more times.
It wouldn’t be long before she made some leeway.
I had no idea what to do next.
I looked around for anything that could be of some help to me.
There was nothing
The door started to bend.
There has to be another way out.
I looked back at the window.
Could I get out of there?
I rushed forward, throwing the latch up to look out.
I was maybe ten feet above the ground, not a lethal height.
Could I do it?
The door cracked.
I put one leg through, then the other, until I was sitting on its edge.
Alright, I took a deep breath. Here we go. I began to rock back and forth in preparation to drop.
One. Two. I glanced down, Thre- whoa, what!?
I stopped rocking.
There, quietly watching below me stood Slenderman.
He was gazing up, waiting for me to jump.
The door made another large crackling sound, followed by Kayla’s sing-song, mocking voice.
“Oh, J.? Just to let you know, if you’re planning to get all desperate on me and jump out the window, think again.” (Do they purposely time these free bits of information to mock me?!)
I pulled myself back into the bedroom.
I had only one choice left, it seemed.
I had to face Kayla.
But I was weaponless.
“Kayla!?” I called.
The door stopped shaking for a brief moment, “Yeah?” She said nonchalantly.
Let’s hope this works, “Why don’t you give me a running start? For old time’s sake?”
There was a snort, then a small laugh, “Uh-huh? And why would I do that? Hmm?”
(I never thought I’d hear myself say this, but I think I liked it better when she was an annoying loudmouth.)
“Uh, because it would be more fun?” (Lame argument? Yeah I know)
The door resumed its cracking and shaking.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”
It looked as though I’d still have to fight her.
But again, no weapon.
When the door finally smashed inwards, Kayla couldn’t help but laugh.
I was easy prey, and we both knew it.
But not today, I rushed forward throwing the blanket I’d taken from the bed over her.
“What in the-?” Was all she could say, before I hit her full-force with a tackle.
“SURPRISE!!!” I yelled.
We both fell into the hallway, struggling.
I began to pummel her with my fists in hopes of knocking both the knife away, and her unconscious.
That should’ve been easy considering she wasn’t as strong as me and I could hit pretty hard.
The knife suddenly slashed through the blanket, grazing my chest.
“Whoa!” That was close.
I didn’t let it stop me, though. I continued to punch as hard as I could, but as I went to make my next swing, her hand shot through that small hole she’d made with the knife, and caught my fist in midair.
I could only stare and gape as I felt her unnatural strength grip my hand. I blinked, “How-?”
I flew back several feet (or at least it felt like several) as she kicked me off.
My back slammed into the edge of her bedroom door.
How the hell did she do that?
Kayla yanked off the blanket as she got back to her feet. She didn’t even looked fazed. She let out an annoyed sigh as she straightened up her jacket before looking back at me with a smile.
“J., did you really think that was gonna work? Hmm?”
I was too stunned to answer.
“Tackle the helpless girl with the knife, thinking since you’re a ‘strong boy’, you’ll overpower her?”
She held the knife up, admiring its red glistening gleam in the light, “What makes you think I’m the same helpless girl you met in the woods?”
With that statement, it all clicked, and I realized how foolish I was.
I’d failed to realize that Kayla, was no longer the weak, sweet innocent girl I’d found wandering in the woods. She’d changed.
This was no longer a human.
This was a monster.
I shakily got to my feet, “Kayla please, don’t do this.”
I might as well have been reasoning to a block of wood.
She lunged forward with the knife, aiming for my throat.
At the last second, I threw myself to the right, barely escaping.
With the stairs now behind me, I started slowly backing away, positioning myself to dodge the next attack.
Kayla just raised an eyebrow at my new stance, and gave me a skeptic look. “You’re gonna try to Matrix-style your way to the exit?”
“If I have to.” I said, keeping an eye on the knife while still backing up.
She rolled her eyes, sighing, “J.T.” She expertly flipped the knife in her hand then flung it right at me.
Too surprised to move, the knife embedded itself into my left shoulder. My hand instinctively flew to it in pain.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh!” I cried out.
Kayla remained standing, oblivious to my suffering, checking her nails as if nothing important was happening. “Uh-huh.” She murmured then looked back up; and with a small smile said, “You still gonna try to Matrix-style your way away from me?”
Anger, temporally overriding my pain, answered, “Screw you, Kayla.”
Her smile dropped, replaced with annoyance. “J.T., that’s not how you treat-”
She suddenly stepped forward and kicked. I found myself sailing through the air to the edge of the steps before landing and sliding down them. (And let me tell you, it was painful).
“-Your Friends.” She finished, then started to casually make her way down them.
I landed on my back at the bottom. With a groan, I started to get back up, wincing every time my arm moved. I looked up to see Kayla already a quarter of the way down the stairs.
I stared at my shoulder, at the knife. She’d given me a weapon at the least, if I wanted to use it I’d have to move fast.
I needed to pull this knife out now.
With both hands I gripped the handle of the blade, and after a moment of hesitation, began to pull.
The pain intensified ten times what it’d been originally, but I didn’t stop. Adrenaline coursed through me as I pulled.
Slowly, I began to see the knife wiggle its way out.
Blood began to pour from the wound, with each passing second.
Until finally it came free.
I pulled it out just in time to see Kayla reach the bottom of the stairs, “Oh good,” She said gleefully, “You got my knife out! Oh how kind of you to return it!”
Faster than I could blink, she lunged forward, and snatched the knife. I stared at my now empty hand in disbelief.
How the hell, did she do that!?
“Now,” she continued, “Where were we?”
“Uh, you were attempting to kill me, and I was going to succeed in escaping.”
“Huh?” My response threw her off.
Before she could react, I dashed through the front door into the moonlight. My thoughts now only being of escape, I ran straight for the truck.
Screw the lock! Running off pure adrenaline now, I slammed my elbow into the driver side window, making a jagged hand-sized hole.
Without thinking I reached my hand through it and unlocked the door, before throwing myself in.
I bent down to pull the covering of where they kept the wires, but suddenly realized, there wasn’t one (What was I thinking? I didn’t know how to hotwire a car anyway! Let alone a truck).
Kayla stepped out the front door. She snorted at my display, “Uh? Aren’t you forgetting something?”
She pulled the set of keys out of her jacket pocket, and dangled them for me to see.
Indiscreetly, I picked up a shard of broken glass from the truck floor.
“It seemed like such a good idea at the time.” I said trying to keep her distracted.
She chuckled, then started to walk towards me, “Hey, you want to know what I love about living out here? In the woods, especially at night?”
“It’s that no one but the trees and moon can hear you scream.” She giggled.
(I hate her.)
I slowly slid out of the truck.
Run or fight?
Those were my two options now.
I glanced behind me to the road, wondering if I could outrun her.
That thought ended when I saw what was standing six feet behind me. That all too familiar buzz suddenly started back up within my brain.
“Aww damn it. You too?” I said at Slenderman.
I quickly adverted my gaze from him, back towards Kayla to keep myself from losing it.
Only to find her face within an inch of mine. “Boo!” She exclaimed.
“Whoa!” I scrambled back.
She started laughing. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”
I think all three of us know the answer to that.
(Yes, I mean you when I say ‘three’, Reader)
I raised my puny excuse of a weapon up, readying myself, for what may have well been the very last fight of my life.
She looked at my glass shard skeptically and laughed even more, “Oh, J.? Why don’t you make this simple on yourself and give in? Let’s all be friends!”
Like that was gonna happen.
“No, why don’t you put down your knife and toss me the keys. Then we’ll call it even for me helping you out with your hair earlier.”
She shook her head and grinned, “Ohhhhh, J. I’m so going to enjoy having you with us after this. We’re going to be the best-est friends!”
That…That didn’t sound good. (I think that meant: Dying and coming back is no longer a guarantee).
She lunged forward. Within those few seconds I planned my next move.
She raised the knife, aiming at my neck (again) and stabbed down.
I ducked at the very last second, and using her own momentum, slammed my shoulder against her knees, causing her to flip over me.
I immediately turned and went to stab down with the shard, but she’d already recovered.
She rolled to her right, slicing up with the knife, causing me to jump back.
She got to her knees, “Ooh, nice. Bet you can’t do it again though, hehehe.”
Yeah, that was a one-off.
Still bleeding from my shoulder, I held the shard ready for what might come next.
“I can do this all night.” I lied.
She smiled, “Oh good then. Watch carefully.”
She raised the knife and started to move it in a slow-like mesmerizing pattern through the air.
“Still watching?” She asked. Slenderman, stepped directly behind her.
Please tell me I didn’t have to fight him too.
“Now you see me,” She smiled.
Without warning, both of them vanished.
I lowered my shard in surprise, “What the-?” Where’d they go?
Pain and blood erupted from my back. “Now you’re dead.” Kayla said with glee.
I sank to my knees in pain, gasping.
Kayla yanked the knife out. Several droplets of blood, my blood, flew at an arc with it.
“I told you. Watch carefully, Heheehe.”
All strength was leaving me, I could barely sit up straight.
“Now, we’re going to get to the best part.” I heard her say. I weakly raised my eyes to see Slenderman and her standing before me. He had both his hands on her shoulders. I couldn’t help but think he looked like a man that had just watched his little girl perform on stage and now he was holding onto her as if saying “This is my kid”.
“You get to join us.” She finished.
Images of my family, my friends, and everything I’d gone through passed through my mind. After everything I’d come through, was it really going to end like this?
I narrowed my eyes and gazed one last time at them then through the pain, I answered back,
“Not…if I…can...help it.”
I quickly asked for God’s forgiveness for what I was about to do next.
With one last burst of strength I grasped the glass shard with both hands, closed my eyes and plunged it into my own chest.
“What!?” I heard Kayla’s shocked voice ring out.
I answered back with one, last, word.
Then all went dark.
I jolted awake on the swing set. I blinked a few times in surprise. I was back where I started.
I was alive.
How? Why was I back? I’d expected that to be it. I’d broken the rules hadn’t I? “Don’t kill yourself to avoid the visitors,” Wasn’t that what The Sender had said or something to that effect?
It didn’t matter.
I grabbed my backpack and dashed back inside to my computer.
Log Seven was done.
This was over.
My Message to You
I’m typing the end to all of this now. An hour has passed, since I finished the final log. The Sender, surprisingly, hasn’t contacted me. Not that I mind, I don’t want to ever hear from his sorry face ever again. Or read any of this ever again for that matter. This was too much. I’m only here by the grace of God and luck. And while I still don’t have everything figured out, I’ve learned enough.
And I know that what I’m about to say next isn’t anything new, but it now carries a lot more weight than what it originally had.
“Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.”
Don’t ask for things you’re not sure about, and make absolutely sure you don’t do like me.
Now, I don’t know if you have read this far or just skipped all my logs to see the ending.
If you skipped, consider yourself lucky.
Don’t Read the Logs.
If you didn’t skip, and you did read everything,
Then I’m sorry for you. Truly, I am. Pray that you don’t get a message like I did.
I’m done now.
I’m going to get some rest.
He is not done.
Written by J.T.