Monday, February 24th
I sat staring at the monitor. Log 1, Log 2, Log 3, Log 4, Log 5, Log 6, Log 7. All of them were there.
Had I really finished them? Had I actually survived?
I lowered my head before letting out a sigh.
It certainly didn’t feel like it. Some part of me felt like it had died the moment Log Seven was over but what part? I didn’t know.
I looked back at the page.
The Sender hadn’t contacted me since finishing Log Seven. I found that strange, considering his cocky nature to gloat about each visitor I had to deal with. Not to mention, judging by what I’d pieced together so far, I was the first to ever finish something like this, alive. I was sure he would have popped up and said something along the lines of, ‘congrats’ or ‘well done’, but no. He just goes quiet.
I leaned back in my chair and glanced at the clock. 7:30 am. Class would start soon, I needed to get ready.
I logged out of the computer and began preparing for college.
I pulled on some jeans, my tennis shoes, and a gray T-shirt. My hand hovered over my dark blue hoodie as I went to grab it.
It still amazed me that after the past week of hell I’d gone through, my clothing hadn’t picked up a single scar. No blood, no tears, not even any wear.
I slid it on, before emptying my bag. Over the past week it had been filled with items needed for my survival, now it would get to carry what it had been originally made for, school work.
After everything was ready, I went to head out the door but paused.
I turned and looked back at my computer one last time, half-expecting the monitor to beep, notifying me that a text-box had opened. None came.
“Well, it’s over now Sender. Goodbye.”
And with that, I left.
I had a lot to think about on my way to the college campus. Questions about what had happened to me still remained.
The Sender was one of them. Who or what was he exactly? He’d already admitted to me he wasn’t human, but when I saw him for the first time, he’d looked exactly like one.
I remembered the scene from when the Rake had attacked me. The Sender had showed up right at the end. Dressed in a gray hoodie, dark pants, dark shoes, he looked surprisingly much like a teenager. And that smile.
It scared the living crap out of me.
But then again, all of the visitors had scared the crap out of me.
I shook off the memory and continued driving.
Then, there was that question about Kayla. That question, more than anything else, had been tearing at my soul.
What had happened to her? What had The Sender or Slenderman done to her? She’d been a regular person like me, a writer, and that’s what she becomes?
I vaguely wondered what would’ve happened to me if I had- No.
I shook my head. Don’t think about it. You didn’t fail, you lived. Don’t dwell on what could’ve been.
Easier said than done.
Through the windshield, I saw the road to the campus pass me.
Wait, pass me!? “Oh crap!”
I slammed on the brakes. I heard several cars honk madly at me along with several curses.
“Hey! Watch what you’re doing, moron!”
“Sorry!” I yelled back, as I turned down the road.
Jeez, it’d be a shame if I get killed from a car accident right after going through all of that.
I pulled into my usual parking space, turned off the ignition, but remained in my seat. I gave the campus a long hard look.
Things wouldn’t be the same for me now, nothing ever would.
Well, time to start day one of “Resuming a normal life”.
The first couple of classes went by without incident. I tried my hardest to pay attention to the lectures, but the constant memories of the past week kept tugging at my mind. Making it near impossible to hear a single word of a lecture. I just couldn’t seem to get it out of my head!
I mean every time a professor or a student would say something to me, I’d just be staring off into space, lost in thought until that said person snapped me out of it.
“Hey J.T.!” Brando’s voice rang, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Huh-what!?” I brought my head up.
We were in the lounge at the center of the campus, waiting until it was time for our next class to start.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Brando, wearing his usual attire, a black shirt with jeans, was sitting across from me on the other side of the table. An annoyed look was on his face, “I said: What did you think of Ghosts?”
Ghosts? “Uh, that they’re spooky?”
Brando rolled his eyes, “No, J.T., Call of Duty!”
“Oh, right.” He’s talking about the video game, you idiot! “I’m not sure yet, I haven’t gotten the time to get it, yet.”
“Well you totally need to get it, man. It’s great! The new multiplayer system is awesome and-” He continued to describe how wonderful the game was, but I stopped listening. My thoughts were still on The Sender. Something just wasn’t right about what had happened. I kept feeling like there was something else I missed, something I hadn’t taken into account. But what?
“J.T.?” Brando’s voice brought me back. “You still with me?”
I was not.
“Uh,” I sighed, “No, I’m sorry.”
Brando let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head, “Man, you’ve been out of it all day. What’s wrong?”
That’s the problem, there shouldn’t be anything wrong. Yet, that’s how I felt.
“It’s-It’s complicated. I just, uh-I just-I just have a lot on my mind right now.”
Brando leaned back, concerned. “Really? What’s wrong, man?”
Hahaha! He has no idea. I didn’t know whether to tell him about the Logs or to just pass it off with some lame BS excuse. A lie would probably be for the best, but he was still my best friend; and while he didn’t remember it, he’d saved my life the previous week. Granted though, I did lose it right after that. But he had still earned the right to know.
Taking in a breath, “Where to begin? Hmm, well remember last week how I called you that one morning right before school started?”
Brando narrowed his eyes in remembrance, “You mean the morning you called me at FIVE AM? Yeah. I remember.”
I winced. I should’ve realized, he wasn’t happy about that.
“Yeah, that morning. Anyway, I called you because something had been going on for the past few days before, all the way up 'til yesterday in fact. And well, it was,” I tried to come up with the words, “It was disturbing.”
Brando straightened up, interested, “Keep going, man.”
“Okay, remember how I wanted to write my own Creepypasta story? And how I couldn’t-”
I was interrupted by the intercom, “J.T. Please, come to the dean’s office. J.T. Please, come to the dean’s office.”
Brando glanced up at the speaker then back at me questioningly.
I shrugged, I didn’t know what they wanted. “I guess this will have to wait 'til later.”
Brando nodded, “Alright man. Take care. Oh! And tell me what they wanted.” He jabbed a thumb at the speaker.
I grabbed my backpack and started walking to the building’s exit, “Sure thing buddy.” I called back.
What did I do now to get the dean’s attention? I didn’t know, but I guess it really didn’t matter.
I was about to go down a hallway that led to the front, but thought better of it. School was almost over anyway and my car was just outside. I could probably go ahead and put my book bag in it for now. I was still tired from what I’d gone through anyway, I didn’t need the extra weight.
I pushed through the exit, but stopped cold.
“Oh, no.” I went slack jaw.
The parking lot that was always filled with both cars and students was gone. Now there was only emptiness and shadow.
Thunder rumbled, bringing my eyes to its sky. Instead of the nice sunny sky that I was used to seeing every morning, there was now a dark, cloudy, night in its place. The only sources of light came from the few dimming streetlamps alongside the parking lot.
You have got to be kidding me. This couldn’t be happening. I’d finished the logs, I was done, wasn’t I? What the hell was going on!?
I frantically swept my eyes around looking for a monster or anything that might want to kill me. I need to get out of here!
I turned to where my car was usually situated at but again, stopped short. My parking space was empty. No car meant no ride home. I was stranded there.
No, no, no, no, no! Where’s my car!? Crap! What do I do!?
The campus’s intercom came crackling to life, “Oh, JaaaayyyyyyyTeeeeee! Please report, to the dean’s office. Please report, to the dean’s office.” The intercom cut off with a giggle.
My face paled, “Oh God, please help me.”
That was Kayla’s voice.
She was here? Forget going to the front office! I’m getting out of here. I’ll walk home if I have to!
I took a step forward onto the parking lot but suddenly leapt back in pain as my right shoe began to smoke. What the hell!? I crouched down and looked closer at the parking lot. “What in the-” A large dark mass that I’d taken for a cloud’s shadow covered the entire parking lot. It was moving.
Parts of it would shift in and out of place as if waves were running across it. What was this?
I extended a hand to prod it but then drew it back. I had a better idea. I slid my backpack off and tossed it into the parking lot. There was loud hiss as it landed. Smoke began so slowly rise from it, as the shadows began to convulse all around it. Fascinated, yet horrified, I watched the bag slowly begin to disintegrate. The black straps, slowly grew white spreading throughout the back until it collapsed on itself. Leaving nothing but ash. “Hooolllyyy crap.” I exhaled.
So if anything touches the shadow, it burns. That meant I was trapped! As far as I could see, the shadow seemed to go around the entire campus, covering it like a storm with only the campus in its eye. Or like a cage.
Damn it! What should I do then? Wait here?
As if in answer, the shadow slowly began to move. Towards me.
“Oh no!” I breathed. I took a few hesitant steps back, not believing my eyes, as I watched this unnatural darkness slowly begin to fill in the circle. It snuffed out all light, enclosing me, corralling me back into the one place I didn’t want to go: The campus.
Damn! These freaks don’t ever make it easy! Do they?
Knowing I had no other choice, I ran back into the building. I watched through the glass doors, as the shadow slowly completed its crawl to the door, stopping just short of it.
I sagged and banged my head against the glass as I realized I would have to follow Kayla’s sick, mocking instructions: Go to the dean’s office.
That should’ve been simple, since after all I came here almost every day and knew the layout. But as with every single previous Log, nothing was ever simple.
This was no longer my campus.
The white tiled floors of the hallways which usually buzzed of both professors and students now laid empty and disturbingly dark. Only silence occupied these halls now, or at least, I wished it had been.
A shrill scream suddenly came from the hall to my left.
Laughter began to erupt from the hall in front of me.
Tired, painful whimpering came from the hall to my right.
I couldn’t see anyone or anything in any of these halls, even after waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark. But that wasn’t what scared me.
What really frightened me was the fact that these halls were even here. There should’ve been only two. The one directly in front of me which led back to the lounge and the one that went to my right.
So wait, if the layout’s changed, does that mean the dean’s office has changed too?
I prayed it hadn’t.
On the wall adjacent to where I stood was the campus map. At least that’s still here. However, it wasn’t the same.
“What the heck?” I murmured as I approached the map. It was the same map that I was used to seeing but it’d now been modified by what I hoped was a red sharpie.
I pulled out my cellphone and shone its light.
A sharpie? Who am I kidding?
It was blood.
The names of several rooms had been scratched out and written over. The halls that shouldn’t exist were there as well, as to where they led though;
I shook my head in disgust.
Shop class had now been changed to, “The Happy Room” which had a wicked smiley face drawn beneath it. Human anatomy was now, “Dissection 101”, yeah, definitely not going there. Several other room names had been changed as well, but I’d rather not say what they were. I found the first two much more comfortable to say than the names of the other ones.
I was looking for one particular room however, the dean’s office.
Or as the map would say, “
The Dean's My' office” Oh goody, oh-who I wonder could have written that?
The office, which I could’ve sworn was just at the end of the hallway I was standing next to, was on the other side of the campus.
“Ohhhhhh JaaaaaaaaaayyyyyTeeeeeeee,” I looked up at the speaker, Ugh. Not again. “I’m so glad you chose to come inside!”
I froze. How did she know I was even in here?
“Ohh, don’t look all surprised. It’s ME we’re talking about here, J.T. I know where you are, at all times. Heheheh.”
My eyes shifted to the security camera above the door, Oh, right.
“Yeah, sure you do Kayla.” I said, glaring, “Now you mind telling me, why the hell I am hearing your sick voice again? No! Scratch that. Why am I still having crap happen?”
With her voice coming through the intercom, it sounded like her giggling came from everywhere inside the building, “Oh, come on J. Did you really think it would just end like that? Just write, “Oh, it’s over. The End” at the end of the Log and everything would go all righty-tighty with your life?” She giggled some more, “Oh, how cute!”
She had no idea how much I wanted to throttle her right now. How could someone like Kayla, become this?
“You want the honest truth?” I asked staring blankly at the camera, “I kinda hoped it would’ve. The Sender said I had seven logs to fill, seven days to complete and that’s just what I did. I finished all seven logs, aaaannnddddd Survived. Not that I can say the same for you, Kayla. Also, The Sender never struck me as a liar. Sadistic? Yeah, but a liar? No. So I never expected this to happen.”
I crossed my arms as I finished saying that. I could handle this now, I’d already been through seven days of this, what more could they possibly do to frighten me?
“Oh, you see J.T. that’s where you’re wrong.”
“Oh? How so?”
I could hear the smile as she spoke the next few words, “The Sender did say he’d give you seven logs. He didn’t say though that there wouldn’t be another one. And FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I did SURVIVE, how else would you be hearing my wonderful, soothing, enchanting voice if I hadn’t? Hmm?”
Ohhhhh, I hate her with a passion.
Barely keeping the anger out of my voice, “You didn’t survive Kayla. You lost at Log Four, I didn’t. I don’t know what exactly happened to you during Log Four, nor do I want to know. Hell, I don’t even care anymore. I played by all the rules, I survived by all the rules, and I finished by all the rules. So why don’t you explain to me: WHY THE HELL THIS IS HAPPENING!?”
“Aww. Is the poor lil’ boy upset?” She just had to do that, didn’t she? “Cause he didn’t get what he wanted? Oh, TOO BAD! And for the record, J.T., what happened to me, hehehe, oh how wonderful it was. You’re gonna find out. And if things go the way I think they will, which they probably will, you’ll get to see it and experience it firsthand.
What. Does. That. Mean?
“Oh, your face! How priceless! Oh, but I think I’ve taken enough time away from you. It’s time for you to go ahead and get moving.”
Still puzzling over what she meant earlier, I stayed in place.
“What are you waiting for? Shoo, get moving! And pleeeeaaaase! Don’t keep me waiting. I really, really, really, really, really want to see you.”
A loud, sudden screeching noise brought my attention to the hall that shouldn’t exist.
I hugged the wall and peeked around its corner. I saw someone masked by the shadows scratching words into the wall with a large knife. I immediately recognized the white hood and long messy hair protruding from beneath it.
Oh no, Jeff.
Jeff finished scratching and took a step back admiring his work.
I had to squint to make it out, “I can see you.”
He turned his head and smiled.
“Oh,” I stepped back. I knew what that meant.
“Nice to see you again.” He said inspecting the knife.
Whoa, did he just-? Did he just say something to me? “Um, I wish I could say the same.” I stuttered.
His eyes flicked from the knife to me, letting out a small disturbing chuckle as he did. “Remember this?” He held up the knife and began to approach me.
I instinctively started backing away. “Yeah, I remember it all right. My chest remembers what it feels like too.”
He grinned wider, “I’m going to enjoy this. I’ve never gotten to kill someone twice before.” He stepped closer.
Hopefully he won’t, “Well that’s, nice to hear.”
He pointed the knife at my chest, “By the way, did you like how your family looked, after I visited? Weren’t they beautiful?”
Images of my mother, father, sister, and brother’s mutilated bodies filled my mind. It made my blood boil and my stomach churn in disgust.
Trying to keep my breathing level, I answered, “It was, heart-stopping, the way they looked.”
He was five feet away now. I needed to move now, but where? The hallway behind me would lead me to a literal dead end if I ran that way.
“It was that amazing, was it?”
“As I said, it was heart-stopping.”
He stopped, letting out a satisfied chuckle, “Well, I’m glad you liked it then. I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you a ten second head start on running. Unless of course,” He leaned forward getting ready to pounce, “You’d like to try killing me again?”
A choice: fight or flight? Well, I think we all remember what happened after the first time I charged this guy without a weapon. I wasn’t making the same mistake twice.
Without hesitation I sprinted right past him, down the hall I’d heard laughter from.
“One…two…three,” Jeff’s voice carried from behind me. I kept running. If I was lucky I could make it to the next intersection of hallways. I was already halfway there.
“Four…fivesixseveneight…nine…ten.” I heard Jeff finish before he took off after me.
I’m never lucky. Never trust a serial killer to count fairly.
I reached the corner and immediately ran right. I remembered there being a science lab down this hall.
“I’m almost there.” I heard Jeff laugh manically.
I threw a quick look over my shoulder and grimaced. He was already six feet behind me! I SWEAR! HE CHEATS!!!
I managed to spot the door to the science lab, if there was one place I knew a weapon could be found, it’d be in there.
I reached out for the handle of the door, but Jeff reached me first. I felt a tug on my hood, “Oh no, not again!” And for the second time in a week, I was thrown back by my hoodie.
I fell backwards while Jeff hovered over me with the knife, clicking his tongue in disappointment. “Too slow.” He grinned.
He slammed the knife down, but after going through a week of freaks trying impale/eat me, I saw it coming.
I reached up with my right hand and grabbed his arm as he plunged down the knife. And instead of trying and failing to stop it or slow it down like I'd seen so many other people do in horror movies, I pulled it down towards me while rolling to my right at the same time. The knife came down slashing my arm, and into the tiled floor. This unexpected jolt to the knife caused Jeff to loosen his grip allowing me to twist it free.
Before Jeff could react, I slammed my head into his. He stumbled back away from me, and immediately I hopped to my feet.
He recovered from his daze to see me staring at him with pure hatred.
I raised my hand to show what I had now.
“This yours?” I said, gripping the now bloodied knife.
Jeff glanced at the knife then back at me. His smile had faded. “Heh,” Was all he said.
“Thank you, now come on.” I readied myself for his next move. But it seemed I wasn’t the only one who would be doing the unexpected that night.
Jeff flashed me a quick grin then bolted back the way he’d came.
I blinked in surprise as he vanished around the hall’s corner.
Did he-Did he just run away?
I cautiously made my way to the corner and peeked down the hall. Jeff was gone.
“I don’t believe it.” I let out. Jeff the Killer, ran away? That didn’t make any sense. I’d read his story, I’d seen how he acted before and this was not like him.
I scanned around me to make sure I was truly alone and that this wasn’t some sort of trick.
The two new hallways were dark and creepy, but still surprisingly empty.
Ooookkkkaaaayyyy. I don’t know what that was all about, but I guess I should go ahead and make my way to the dean’s office. No need to turn away good fortune.
I went to leave, but my arm started to sting. Huh? I looked down to see a large red gash on its side. I’d almost forgotten Jeff had still gotten me with the knife. But it wasn’t too serious, I’d had worse.
Ignoring the pain, I set back down the hall. I glanced at the door to the Science Lab as I passed it. It looked like I wouldn’t need to go in there after all.
“Zzzzzzzzzzttt!!!” My pocket began to vibrate.
Is that my phone? I reached into my pocket and pulled it out.
Caller Unknown, was written across the screen. “Oh, how classic.” I mumbled before answering it. “Hello?”
“Well done.” A young man’s voice said.
My posture straightened as I realized who it was, “The Sender?”
“Yes.” The voice confirmed. “I am more than happy to see you finish that little demonstration of strength.”
Strength? What on earth was he talking about? That was pure luck and experience that got me through what just happened.
“Kayla and I were both very impressed.” The Sender continued to say with indifference.
“Uh-huh? You think so? Why don’t you come on over here and I’ll give you another demonstration firsthand?”
He chuckled, “Oh, how I would love to, but you are heading to where I am. So why should I bother walking down there when you can come to me?”
I resumed walking as he was speaking, “Because you lied. You said I had only seven logs to go through and yet I’m going through another one right now.”
“That was not what I-”
“Don’t try to BS me with technicalities! You lied, you cheated, and you know it.” I reached the hallway door and pushed through it.
“J.T. I am not a liar. Not once have I ever done so, and while you may not want to hear me say it, it was not a, ‘Technicality’ as you called it. Everything I said was the truth. This is not a log, but if you wish to call it one, do so. However, I like to view it as more of an epilogue, so to speak.”
I stopped at another hall intersection, “Okay then fine! It’s an epilogue. So tell me, why the hell are you giving me one? The seven logs were just fine enough. What more do you want to give me? Huh? What is the point!?”
The Sender was quiet as I yelled these things. Once I finished, I heard him breathe calmly before speaking, “All will be revealed in time. But the only way for you to gain these answers is to finish this tale. Your ending will come when you find me. And we both know where I am.”
The line went dead.
I lowered the phone, glaring at it. Oh, I’d find him alright.
“Just wait man. Just wait.” I placed the phone back in my pocket and continued on my way. I was nearly there.
I looked at a nearby map to make sure I was heading in the right direction.
I placed a finger on the spot marked ‘You are here’. I could hear more disturbing noises as I traced a path to the dean’s office. I was two buildings over, the exit to my current one was nearby; I had about seven more hallways to go down.
I memorized the path, repeating the steps in my head as I turned back to the intersection: Left, two hall lengths down, right, two halls down, then left.
Determined to finish this, I resumed my journey.
I paused as I reached for the door. A chill ran down my spine. I peered over my shoulder to make sure nothing was there. The hallway remained like the many previous ones I’d traveled down, dark and empty, but the air had grown cold and the disturbing noises that I’d finally grown accustomed to, stopped. I couldn’t help but feel that someone, other than The Sender, was watching me now.
But I was already at the building’s exit. So after taking another deep breath, I pushed through the door.
The courtyard. Potted plants, benches, grass, and trees. This place was always bright, warm, and calming. A place where students could take sanctuary from their work. But that was all before The Sender.
Now it was the last place I wanted to be. It was dead, lifeless. A strange mist rose from the ground at a slow, steady pace, covering all before me. The sun no longer owned this place now. It belonged to the darkness, it belonged to The Sender. My only sources of light came from the few lights along the courtyard’s walls, but even then they only casted a glow through the mist. Nothing could be seen clearly.
Even at college, he can still get me into a forest. Even if it isn’t supposed to be one!
I’d have to make my way through this to get to the next building.
Using the smooth concrete path underfoot as a guide, I entered the mist. I walked at a slow, calm, quiet pace, gripping the knife ready for anything.
Slow and steady J.T. Just slow and steady.
I heard it then, the sound of metal striking rock and soil in a continuous rhythmic pattern. I paused to take in this new sound.
Is someone digging?
“Row, row, row your boat-” I could hear quiet singing above the digging.
“Crap!” I hissed in anger. I knew all too well who that was. Teri.
I did not want to deal with her again. Not after what she’d made me go through the last time. I continued to listen.
“Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily-” She sang.
It didn’t sound like she’d seen me. Maybe I could sneak past her?
Crouching, I slowly inched down the path, keeping both my eyes and ears in the direction of her singing.
One small step forward, and then another. One step forward then another.
The singing grew louder. A silhouette of a small girl digging a grave could be seen through the mist just to my left in front of me.
I crouched even lower.
“Life is but a dream.” She chirped happily.
I tried my best to blot out those words. My life was a nightmare.
Okay, you can do this, just move quietly.
I took another tentative step forward. She didn’t react.
I took another. Still nothing.
Huh, I might just make it through this.
A hiss so horrid that it could shatter glass suddenly pierced the night.
I froze in fear at the sight as something appeared in the mist.
Something on all fours, deformed, dog-like yet human, crawled by. The Rake.
It stopped its crawling and turned its head in the direction of Teri. It let out another hiss.
Teri paused from her digging, then looked over her shoulder. She nodded her head at the Rake before resuming her singing. “Twinkle, twinkle, little star-”
Oh, please Lord, not that song.
The Rake hissed one last time before crawling on.
With my eyes and my heart pounding, I crawled even faster now.
One step, two step, three step, four step.
I threw a glance back. Teri was still absorbed in her digging and singing.
Okay, I was doing fine. The door was only three yards away now.
I could make it.
“ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzztttt!!!” My pocket sang.
The digging stopped.
Crap! I quickly fumbled for the phone, hitting the end button repeatedly.
The phone went still in my hand. Everything was quiet.
“Oh, helllllooooo? Is there anyone there?” Teri’s cheerful voice came out of the mist.
MOVE! Forgetting all sense of stealth I sprinted for the door.
Teri’s laughter and footsteps suddenly followed.
I didn’t dare look back.
“Oh, come on back! I just wanna play.”
The door was now one yard a way. I could see it.
“Going somewhere?” Said a sick whisper. The Rake’s hunched shape rose from the ground, merely five feet from the door. The fear I had felt the day he killed me returned.
But I didn’t stop. I'd learned by now that movement was life. Don’t stop moving!
Sliding the knife into my pocket, I ran even faster.
The Rake raced forward at the same time and swiped its talons just as I reached him.
Again, after all the crap I’d previously endured, I was ready. I’d hoped he might do this.
With a little bit of luck and timing, I dived over his lunge and crashed on top of him. The Rake fell upon its back, winded. I scrambled over it and ran on before it could recover.
Luckily this door swung inward. Ramming with my shoulder, I burst through the door, before turning around and slamming it shut. I saw Tiny Teri reach the door just as I did so.
It closed with a loud bang. The door began to buckle and shake as Teri tried to get through. I placed my back against it, knowing that I didn’t have much time. I looked for something I could barricade the door with. A good sized metal bench was right beside door. With my back still against the door I reached out for the bench and slowly dragged it to me.
The door slammed forward nearly making me fall. With dread, I realized that The Rake was now helping her. I didn’t have long at all.
Finally, I pulled the bench close enough to grab it with both hands.
With adrenaline rushing through me I pulled it in place. I stepped back from the door.
It slammed towards me an inch, but thanks to the bench it didn’t go any farther.
I’d done it.
I turned around and leaned down, placing my hands on my knees in exhaustion. The adrenaline I’d felt was beginning to fade, leaving me breathless.
I heard more hissing and Teri’s cries of anguish carry through the door. They weren’t too happy.
“ZZZZZZzzzzzzztttttt!” Went the phone.
I groaned. I knew who it was.
Trying my best not to scream, I answered the phone. “Hello?” I asked in a tired, yet sarcastic voice.
Giggling came from its end, “Nnnnniiiicccceeee!” Kayla’s said pleased. “I didn’t think you could handle two at once!”
The phone shook in my hand as I began to clutch it in anger. “Kayla, I swear-” I started to say.
“Oh, stop that! I can see ya, you know?”
My eyes rose to the ceiling where another camera was perched. Right.
“And I was complimenting you!” She said in a hurt voice.
No, you’re goading me.
I walked to another nearby map. “Uh-huh?” I murmured back, not caring. Kayla said more but I wasn’t listening. My attention was on the map. Alright, here I am. My finger rested on my current position. I wasn’t too far from the dean’s office, it was only one more building over. Fortunately, the one I was in now wasn’t that big. I only had to go down one very long hallway, straight to the building’s exit. Easy.
I looked down the hall I was currently in. Just need to make it through here and then it’s on to The Sender.
The phone suddenly went quiet, replaced by the sound of breathing.
I looked back at the phone, Huh? Is she done? “Oh, J.T?” She whispered.
The intercom turned on, “LISTEN!”
I jumped nearly dropping the phone.
“Good. I have your attention again.”
I glared at the camera.
“Heheheheh! Doesn’t feel good, does it? Having someone scream in your face to get your attention. Oh my, oh my. Why does that seem sssssooooo familiar?”
She still upset over what I said to her in the woods? Pfft.
“Shut up Kayla. Taunt all you want. It ain’t going to get me down. I’m still coming after both you and The Sender.” I placed the phone back in my pocket and started walking briskly down the hall.
“Me? Get you down? Nnnnnoooooooo. I’m trying to encourage ya! I mean, I can only imagine what’s going through that tired, scared, tiny little head of yours.”
I grounded my teeth, Oh, she has no idea.
She lowered her voice menacingly, “But I do know what’s going on through his head.”
His? I looked up at the camera, “Whose head?”
A small ominous hiss came from behind me. I froze, Oh no. Slowly, I turned around.
A tall, armless, deformed freak stood ten feet away. Saliva dripped down his sharp teeth as he eyed me with hunger.
“Oh, great.” I stepped back.
Kayla giggled, “Lunch.”
Bob’s teeth twisted into a snarling grin.
I hate my life.
RUN!!! I spun around before Bob could lunge and fled for the exit.
“Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!” I said over and over to myself as I ran.
I could hear Kayla’s laughter through the intercom, echoing throughout the building as she watched my little display with glee. That fricken sadistic little-!
Another roar, then pain flared from my back.
“Agh!” I yelped, but didn’t dare look back. I only ran faster.
I kept my eyes ahead, scanning for the exit and silently praying I could make it to the doors in time. I remembered seeing three places on the map where hallways intersected through this one, just before the exit. I’d passed two already. The last and final one was just up ahead.
As I drew closer my eyes spotted something standing just in front of the doors.
Black clothing, blue mask with empty sockets, Eyeless Jack.
He stood in front of the exit with his arms crossed, patiently observing, patiently waiting.
“DAMN IT!” There had to be another way!
I finally reached the intersection and after making a snap decision, rounded its corner.
There was bound to be another exit somewhere.
Bob, continued to roar as he chased after me, he was closer now.
Light was streaming from a corner not too far ahead of me. Another intersection.
“YES!” I grinned, I was going to make it!
A figure with two glaring hatchets stepped into view. Light reflected off his orange goggles giving him a demonic appearance.
My smile melted. Ticci Toby!?
CRRRAAAAAPPPP!!! Okay then, PLAN C!
I stopped and jumped through the nearest door.
I slammed it, locking it. It shook as Bob began ramming into it.
Dang it, this was starting to become way too familiar.
I scanned around. I was in a regular lecture room. That wasn’t good.
That meant the only things that could be used for anything in here were: the desks, the markers and erasers. Or in other words: Nothing! I kicked the nearest desk in frustration.
How the heck do I beat them!? Crap, I’m dead. I’m dead. I have no weapon and my little knife ain’t gonna-
“No. Wait,” I cut myself off. I was going about this wrong, “I don’t need to fight them. I just need to get away.” I looked for an exit.
There was a window leading outside on the back wall. I could see lights from the next building through it.
My way out.
A hatchet suddenly splintered through the wooden door. Uh, oh. Toby was helping out Bob now.
I had no time to lose.
I ran forward, grabbing a small desk with my uninjured arm, then just before reaching the window, spun in a circle to lift the desk off the ground. Using its own momentum, I threw it into the window.
Glass shattered just as the door fell off its hinges.
I didn’t even pause to look.
I continued running and practically superman jumped out of the now shattered window. Broken glass stung my knees as I landed, but I ignored it and scrambled back up running.
My eyes locked onto the entrance doors to the main building.
Screw them all.
I ran forward and threw them open before sprinting on inside.
No longer caring which way the office was, I started zigzagging my way through the halls.
Left, right, left, left, right, right, left, right, left. I continued running on like this for God knows how long.
Finally, after a good while of running, my adrenaline started wearing off. I rounded one last hallway corner before slowing down into a weary walk. I spotted a small bench alongside one of the walls. I tiredly hobbled over to it then sank back into its seat.
Exhausted from the chase, I leaned back breathing heavily.
Did I lose them? I weakly turned my head, looking back the way I came.
The hall was quiet and empty. Thank God.
I was fine now. I just needed to sit back and catch by breath. I closed my eyes.
Just breathe, man. Just breathe.
When I finally caught my breath I got back up and looked around.
Where am I now?
I was about to go look for a map when I saw it. A name tag next to a door across from me.
“Dean’s Office,” It read.
“No, way.” I breathed. I’d made it?
I let out a small laugh. Sender here I come.
I reached for the door’s handle.
My hand met the smooth, cold, white painted wall.
“What the-?” I snatched my hand back. I blinked a few times in disbelief. The door was gone. Where’d the door go!? I frantically looked left then right for the door. Dread filled me as I saw smooth brickwork line each hallway, peppered with only a few educational posters and college advertisements. I wasn’t in the same hall anymore.
Oh! YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!
Where was I now?
Static chirped through the intercom before being filled with Kayla’s happy, sadistic voice, “Aww, jeez, J. Do you have any sense of fun? No fighting Bob? No fighting Jack? Or Toby? Just running? Really?” She clicked her tongue in disappointment.
I didn’t respond. I was still trying to get over the door’s disappearance.
Kayla didn’t seem to notice, “But then again, there were three of them this time. So I guess I can understand why you chose to run. I’d probably get miffed too if I had three of them attack me at once. But, oh well. We can get to thereeeeaaaaally fun part now!” She finished with glee.
My anger finally caught up with me. “Fun?” I growled, “None of this is fun! Nor will it ever be!”
“Oh, J. Stop being so sour. You’re making me feel bad. Hahaha.”
I dug my fingernails into my palms as I clenched my fists, seething in anger.
“Don’t get all upset, deep down you know you’re enjoying this. I certainly am.”
“Kayla, I’m gonna-”
“By the way, you’ll have to excuse the next guy for putting you here. He didn’t want you to see The Sender yet before he got a chance to say hi to ya.”
“What are you talking about? Who wants to say hi?”
“Oh come on J.T. Who is it that you haven’t seen tonight, yet?”
“Uh, let me think. The Sender, you, and-” My eyes widened in realization, Slenderman.
She giggled, “Have fun!” The intercom clicked off.
The hallway was eerily quiet now. The temperature began to drop, and a chilling breeze came from its darkest end. I shivered as I felt both the cold and fear creep in. My breath came in visible, shaky, puffs.
I quietly zipped my hoodie up and pulled on the hood for warmth. This was not going to be good.
The remaining lights in the hallway flickered then cut off one by one until only one remained. The one directly above me.
I stopped breathing when I heard it.
Footsteps. Slow, casual footsteps. It was coming from the end of the hall, getting louder as it drew near.
The fear began to grow within me as I felt his bedeviling gaze through the dark.
A buzz began to grow within my mind.
Oh, no! RUN!
I turned back and sprinted down the hall into the darkness.
I only had one hope of getting away from this guy and that was finding the office door.
I ran on blind with my hands outstretched in front of me to feel for anything ahead. I kept running and running.
The buzzing grew louder with each step. The cold bit at me with each breath. The fear grew with each whisper that crept.
My heart began pounding faster than ever as my eyes never seemed to adjust to the darkness. It was unnatural.
And this hall, where was its end!?
Lord, please. Let this end!
I gasped as the hand grabbed my throat, I’d ran into his open, wanting grasp.
I struggled for air as I felt myself being lifted up from the floor.
A single light began to flicker rapidly above us.
The sight was one, never to forget.
His pale, blank, empty face leaning down to look at me with its nonexistent eyes.
His black suit, composed of the same darkness that shrouded the hall.
He held me at an angle where I was just level with his chest and the light above of us was behind his head.
He leaned closer.
All thought, all sanity, left me. Only fear remained.
I clenched my eyes shut just as I saw both his appendages rush forward and the light flicker off. I waited for the pain, the flash of light, or whatever was supposed to happen when you die. But strangely enough, nothing came.
After a moment of hesitation, I cracked an eye open then the other. Huh?
I was standing back where I’d been earlier. The bench was back, the few dim lights were back and more importantly the door to the dean’s office was back.
I stood there, blinking at the door, numb to the fact that I was still alive.
“Zzzzzzzzttt!” The phone vibrated in my pocket, shaking me out of my stupor.
I gently slid it out of my pocket to see a text message from an unknown number waiting for me.
“Enter” Was all it read.
I looked back at the door to see it slowly creak open.
The Sender was waiting.
I closed the door behind me with one hand while the other clenched the knife I’d taken from Jeff.
The office wasn’t necessarily big, but it was spacious. Several shelves full of books lined against the back wall. The only sources of light came from the two large windows above the shelves. In the room’s center was the dean’s desk with several papers scattered across its surface. At the top of each sheet was titled one of the Logs. Behind all of it sat its now current occupant. A figure wearing nothing but a gray hoodie with dark pants sat leaning back in his chair. The top half of his face was shaded by his hood, but on the bottom half rested a devilish smile.
Standing directly beside him was Kayla, still looking as horrid as the day before with her torn up bloodied-brown leather jacket and her blood speckled jeans. Her eyes were still foggy, with a crazed yet intelligent look about them. Her dark brown hair, was matted with blood. The only difference now was her expression. She wasn’t wearing that “charming” smile of hers as she had the day prior, nor was she bothering to look at me. Instead, she stared at the desk with a blank expression; not once looking up.
“You made it.” The Sender said with a smile as he clapped his hands. His voice sounded like that of a young man, maybe in his twenties and given his appearance, he looked like it too. But I knew looks were deceiving and what sat before me was not a man at all, but a freak, a monster.
I remained silent, staring blankly at the two of them, yet feeling confused. I’d come in here to kill the two of them but yet I didn’t want to. No, wait-That’s not right.
“I honestly did not think you would make it.” The Sender lowered his hands and sat forward. “I had expected you to fail at Log Seven, with the Slenderman, much like how Kayla had.”
I saw Kayla’s eyes flicker towards The Sender with annoyance before returning back to the desk.
“But yet you prevailed, just as you prevailed the six other times before.”
“You mean, how I got hunted, tortured, and killed the other times before.”
The Sender’s smile never faltered, “Yet here you are. Still alive, still with sanity.”
I laughed, “Sanity? I’m a fricking nervous wreck right now! Because of you! You made me endure hell for over seven days! And just when I think it’s over, I’m thrust right back into it, to see your sorry, sickening, face.”
I stepped forward with the knife ready, but stopped just in front of the desk. This is it now. Stab him!
The knife remained by my side. But why?
The Sender continued speaking, “True, you are not the same person as you once were. Nor will you ever be. As is the result with every writer who has taken up my offer.”
What on earth was he talking about? I didn’t take up his offer! HE FORCED ME! I wanted to stab him right then and there, but I was conflicted. I wanted to and I did not want to. What the heck was going on? Why couldn’t I stab him!?
“I would say you are better this way too.” He said smoothly.
I glared at him, “How is being a nervous wreck, better?”
“Are you nervous now?” The Sender threw the question.
I blinked, “What?”
“Are. You. Nervous now?”
I remained quiet, not knowing what to say. I knew how I felt, it’s just that, I shouldn’t have been feeling that way. “No,” I answered, “I’m not.”
The Sender nodded his head, “I thought so.”
I didn’t. Actually, I didn’t know what to think. Everything, was becoming strange, confusing.
“But now, let us get to why you are here. You have earned answers now, and I am willing to give them.”
Answers? Do I still want those? No, I do…don’t…What the heck!? It took all of my willpower to put my thoughts back in place. I chose the first important question I could think of.
“W-why? Why did you do this to me? No, scratch that.” I already knew what BS answer he’d give me if I asked that one, “What do you get out of all this?”
He smiled even wider and spoke to Kayla, “You see? Change. A prime example of it there.” He turned back to me, “‘What do I get out of all of this’, you ask? I would say at the top of my list, it would be pure, simple, enjoyment. Watching your story unfold was a wonderful experience. Every twist, every turn. Every scream.”
I shook my head, “That’s not why you did it,” I said firmly, “I know that’s not.”
“More proof of change,” He again, said to Kayla. I didn’t know what this “change” he was talking about was, nor did I care. But oddly enough, it unnerved me. He turned back to me, “You are right. That is not the only reason. What I really get out of all this is a secret.”
“Can you not answer anything straight!? You piece of-”
“You do not need to know, J.T. You are a writer, by now you should know that in a good story, especially a good horror, the protagonist does not need to know why this is happening, only know that he needs to continue and survive. Besides,” He grinned, “It is the unsolved mystery that stays with both the reader and the protagonist the longest, even after the story is over.”
I tried with every ounce of my being to raise the knife up to kill this freak, but my hand refused.
“And then there is the last reason. You.” He smirked.
I blinked. "Me?"
“Yes, you or to be more specific people who are like you. I give certain writers, certain candidates, the stories they need when they ask for it, but I look for a pattern in each one. A certain aspect of their character that I can take and possibly mold into something special. Something that I can use. However, most tend to fail and go insane. But there are a few who do make it.” He looked at Kayla, “And then there are the ones who did not necessarily make it, but proved that they were deserving enough to be used.”
Something, was not right about this. I sure as heck didn’t like what I was hearing, “What-what do you mean?” I stuttered.
“I have already said it twice now, J.T. Change.”
“Change? Change into what? I’m still the same. I haven’t changed. Much.”
The Sender only smirked.
I shook my head, “You know what? Screw you. I don’t care what you’re looking for. I don’t care at all. I beat your little game. I made it, I’m alive.” I pointed the knife at them to emphasize my point, “Despite your expectations. You both thought I’d lose. But I didn’t.”
I glanced at Kayla, “Things didn’t go the way you wanted them to. Right, Kayla?”
The Sender gave me a bemused expression before he leaned back in his seat, chuckling.
I narrowed my eyes, “What’s so funny?”
He glanced at Kayla then back to me, “Well, you see, you are wrong. I did not think you would make it. I thought you would lose after having to face all of them in one night. However,”
Kayla slowly raised her head, a chilling smile crept onto her face. Not liking this.
“They did go the way I wanted them to.” She said.
My heart began to pound in fear. “What are you talking about?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
The Sender lifted his head, giving me full view of his face.
“Holy-” I stepped back. His face. I can’t. I can’t tell you. As much as I want to, I can’t. He won’t let me tell you. All I can tell you is that it confirmed what I thought, he was a monster. A demon perhaps, I’m not entirely sure.
The Sender continued speaking, “Kayla thought you would make it. Despite what you were led to believe when she first spoke to you through the intercom.”
Kayla walked around the desk towards me, “And I said you would get to see firsthand, what exactly happened to me.”
Oh no. I tried to strike out with the knife, but instead I simply raised it, offering it.
What the hell!?
She smiled, “Oh, thank you.” She took it and prodded its point with her fingertips.
“What did you do to me? Why can’t I move?!” I yelled.
The Sender remained quiet, Kayla continued speaking as if she didn’t hear.
“I also said, if things went the way I thought they would, which they did, it would happen to you too. Change.”
The Sender leaned forward in his chair, “You see J.T. I did not bring you here just to give you answers. This is more of a welcoming.”
My head started spinning and my heart began beating uncontrollably. My emotions began to conflict with each other. They weren’t the same as they once had been. They were changing.
I needed to get away NOW!
I spun and ran for the door but was too late. Kayla reacted faster than I thought possible, stabbing me in the back, just as I turned. I fell forward onto my stomach, gasping.
“Uh-uh, Jaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy. You’re not leaving, not yet.” She smiled.
I started crawling forward to the door.
I heard The Sender stand up and then walk into view, blocking me from my escape.
“Even when he loses, he still tries to win.” He leaned down, “Another reason why I picked him.”
Now you know. You know what I’ve become. Changed. Changed into a puppet like Kayla, only she liked it but it may be only a matter of time before I become like her, losing all sense of sanity, morality and becoming a freak like her.
I was done the moment I wrote my name down. I became a character to be used by The Sender the moment I put myself into a story. Changed. Changed into a character. But I’m still me. For however long that will last. Even now, I can still feel the old me slipping away. I’m slipping away. I’m beginning to like...no…I’m not…I’m not liking it…but I will.
I’m struggling to type this, much like the first day I typed Log One. My hands shake with each key I press, I don’t know what will be written next. It’s not me who’s typing anymore. It’s a freak, a monster it’s- Me.
It was always me.
I still have some time left, though. I was still given time to go back to my old life, if only for a short while. To see my family again. To experience life as it should be one last time. I’m a character in my own sick story now. My own Creepypasta, a horror story.
Stories, that’s what The Sender uses, that’s what he controls.
Now I’m a freak, once a human. A freak who still wears his dark blue hoodie, now bloodied and torn in certain patches. A freak who now carries a wicked knife in his pocket forced to carry out his will. A freak who prays to God that maybe someday I might escape, but probably won’t. A freak who was once a writer that accepted an offer that turned him into what I am now. An offer that I will extend to you. I end this now, much the same way as it began. I ask you this,
Do you wish for a story?
Written by J.T.
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