He's in the fucking house, I saw him in the living room.
We're one step ahead of him but I'm not sure how long that's going to last...we can't leave. Slendy is blocking all entrances and exits, including new ones. Stella, I promise we will fix the hole in the wall in your room.
I know who he is, too. And that just makes it so much worse. I have a loaded gun in my hand but I'm not sure if I can use it. Chester does not have a monopoly on uncertainty.
Try to believe. I have to try.