Closure

EDIT: Our Twitter, @Chestevieve, is now online and functioning.

Well, Kaylee's gone. She decided continuing to sleep on our couch was probably not a good idea and left in the middle of the night. So, that's one problem solved. Although I think we're going to have to barricade the door shut at night instead of just locking it to prevent proxies picking the locks and getting in that way. You have to hand it to them, they're a pretty resourceful bunch, even if they're using that resourcefulness in service of Where's-his-face.

Genevieve and I are leaving for Matarangi tomorrow. There's no internet there, so we'll be signing up for Twitter, which will allow us to stay in touch so if we get pwned by proxies we can let you know, although we won't be able to check the blogs etc because both Vieve and I have older cellphones without all this schmancy internet browser stuff. Well, Vieve's has a browser but it's text-only and pretty much good for absolutely nothing. If we can get ahold of a Wi-Fi connection we'll make sure to check up on you all.

Okay, so dinner with the Sullivan family was bad enough, right?

I'm going to be spending 10 days LIVING with them. Help meeeeeeeeee.

(You'll be fine as long as by some miracle Jonathan doesn't challenge anyone to and game of Mahjong and Dad doesn't decide it would be a good idea to barbeque something. Charcoal is not food, Dad. --Vivi)

...If there's one thing related to food I can do, it's use a barbeque. If your Dad doesn't mind help it'll probably be fine.

(...Where have you been all my life?)

Around, usually. Don't worry, guys, we'll be on the lookout for proxies and any other slender-shenanigans and we'll be taking weapons in case thing turn nasty. We've still got one shot of the cure left as well...

(Slender-shenanigans? Seriously, Chester? Ah well. He's right, we're not optimistic enough to think that we're going to be left alone...)

We'll just try to enjoy ourselves in the meantime.

Goodbye, 2010.

December 31st. New Years Eve.

There are always fireworks on New Years, so Chess and I are going to go see them tonight. Try and ring in the New Year on a positive note. Blankie and his band of merry mooks aside, this year hasn't been so bad. I did well at university, got no severe injuries, nothing went wrong with my household appliances (I have some horror stories about my microwave), Chester and I finally got over our Cannot Spit It Out (we forgive you, Jeff) and yeah. Good things did happen. I have good memories of 2010.

I was well enough to go to work this morning and I'm fully recovered now (as a matter of fact I'm practically bouncing off the walls, Elaine-style) so yeah. Kaylee came in and did her usual thing. Bought food, ate it, left. I'm considering the possibility that she doesn't recognise me, seeing as when we met I'd dyed my hair brown with semipermanent hairdye for some reason. Can't think why. That would explain why she's been giving me funny looks....

In other news, yesterday was a really bad day to be sick. Really humid. Awful. I was in a horrible mood pretty much all day because on top of being sick I was also pretty damn uncomfortable. Blegh.

But I'm better now, huzzah. Better enough to notice when Chester is trying to put the butter in the freezer again at least. I'm home from work, it's New Years Eve, and things are...being pretty normal.

Augh, now I'm tempting fate. Something insane is sure to happen now. Dx

--Vivi

(P.S. Chester says "I'll see you guys next year.")

ewsbnbnioui;

Cassy approves this message.

Sick again

Vieve's got sick. She's asleep at the moment and she's forbidden me from going in the kitchen without supervision, so we're getting takeaways.

As previously observed, Vieve is much heavier sleeping than she is awake. Kaylee visited at work again today. Brought food, ate it, gave Vieve an odd look, left. Weird.

Jeff's package arrived an hour ago. I've downed a vial of the stuff (tasted awful) and if no adverse effects manifest themselves within 24 hours, Vieve will take one as well. We trust Jeff, but just in case something happened to them on the way.

I've got to go, I'm hungry and takeaways aren't going to purchase themselves. Stay safe, everyone.

--Chester

Did not expect that to happen.

Chester here. If the note this morning wasn't already enough, something strange happened at work today. Mariko was sick today so Vivi was out working out front serving customers and the like with me, which was fairly uneventful until about 2.00, when this girl came in through the door, buys something, and sat down at one of the tables to eat it. She was really tiny, like some sort of pixie- about 5"1, cute in a wide-eyed, childish sort of way, blonde, green eyed, wearing a short skirt and a t-shirt. I went to ask Viv about something and she goes. "That's Kaylee."

Kaylee finished eating, arranged her knife and fork neatly on her plate, got up, gave Vieve a curious look, and left. Basically, nothing happened.

I think she's messing with us. Well, she's trying to mess with Vieve but she's messing with me as well. Because you mess with her, you mess with me and I, Chester Matenga-White, do not like messiness. Messes must be dealt with with extreme prejudice.

--Chester.

Chester, you're a funny one. Describing threats to your continued relative wellbeing as "messes". You have more in common with my family than you think.

On a happier note, Chester's slowly learning his way around the kitchen. I can't leave him by himself otherwise if something goes wrong he will flip out and make the problem worse, but he's making progress. He hasn't blown anything up yet, although he's got a bit too cautious and tends to undercook things a bit. Either that or he zones out for extended periods and just stares out the window or at the wall or at me. I'd be a bit worried considering the whole Slender-man thing but he's been doing that ever since I met him. He's doing it now. Hey, Chester, what're you daydreaming about?

(I was remembering lunch yesterday. What was the name of that place we went again? --Chester)

Can't remember, something to do with stars. Right, I've got to go make dinner (Chester's helping, of course) so I'm off. Everybody stay safe.

--Vivi

What the-

Looks like a break from craziness over New Years isn't gonna happen. Oh well, Christmas didn't have anything too insane happen, and you can't have everything.

To clarify, Vieve and I woke up to someone banging on the door at about 5am, so we go to answer it and there's no one there, just a person in a green hoodie turning the corner and racing down the stairs. Then we look at the door and there's a note on it.

"I hope you enjoyed your little break, Vivi.
But playtime's over.
Remember, there's many of us
And you know of only one person in the city like you.

(X)

--K"

I have two issues with that note:

1) What is with you people and single letter names? Vivi's already guessed who the "mysterious admirer" is (Go read the first five or so posts, or, if you're too lazy, it's Kaylee.) and why they in particular left the note (because Kaylee is a friend of Vieve's and yeah.)

2) I don't think Kaylee knows that ole Blankie's been stalking yours truly as well and that Viv and I have joined forces. Jeff, I'm extremely glad you sent us those guns now because we might need them.

I'm handing over to Vivi now.

--Chester

Kaylee's back and she's out to get me.

Goddamnit, she reminds me of my younger sister, that's why I took her under my wing all those months back...

All together now:

Oh fuck.


Well, I have one thing on my side. She's expecting just me. She doesn't know about Chester, which is a slight advantage. She doesn't know I'm a blogger either, logically, since if she did she would at least be aware that Chester is slenderstalked...

On a related note, I had a mini-BSOD when we found the note. Chester made me vegemite on toast. Is there NOTHING vegemite on toast and a hug can't fix?

--Vivi

Call Backs

I just got a call from the police back in America about Kaylee. They've considered the case closed.

They told me they never found the body. They found a body, but turned out it was not Kaylee's.

Which makes me wonder. If anyone runs into a proxy, about five foot two, blonde hair, brown eyes, looks young for 20, tattoo of the date 20-11-07 on her wrist and an eyebrow piercing...if there's anything of Kaylee left in there, tell her I said hi.

I have all my christmas shopping sorted now. I can just concentrate on staying sane until the Solstice, which is getting a little easier. Nessa is hopefully living a normal life now, I know that Fizzbomb and Chester are okay (Chester was sounding a bit shaky for a bit but he seems lucid now, more lucid than when things were normal even) and Jeff seems to be alright. The operative word being seems. I still don't quite trust Fallen, not yet in any case.

Had a really delicious conversation with Telecom customer service today.

"You have been placed in a queue

Your call is valuable

It's very valuable

We hope this does not inconvenience you

(Because you're valuable,

you're so very valuable)

If you wish to make a complaint

We can handle it, we’re well prepared to handle it

Of course you may have to wait

But that’s understandable

Isn’t that understandable?

Don’t ask me, I just work here man

Don’t ask me, I just work here man

(It sounds to me like you need help!)

We’re very good to you

I hope you know we’re good to you

(Let me put you through to someone else)

They’ll know just what to do!

I’m sorry, I can’t help you

Don’t ask me, I just work here man (x4)

(Work here man)

Don’t ask me, I just work here man

Don’t ask me, I just work here man

Oh don’t ask me, I just work here man

(I just work here man)

Why don’t you fill out a form?

We can’t get back to you

Of course we can’t get back to you

But rest assured, we’ll take your comments on board

Your thoughts make change!

Thanks for your time (x4)

Thanks for your time

(Don’t ask me, I just work here man)

Thanks for your time

(Don’t ask me, I just work here man)

Thanks for your time

(Don’t ask me, I just work here man)"

--"Thanks For Your Time", Gotye

Seriously, man, how many times do I have to say "When I log in to MyTelecom, I cannot access the broadband usage meter"?  The broadband meter is not "right there", I ransacked the entire fucking site. There is a mobile broadband usage meter. I do not and have never used mobile broadband. Goddamnit, the BROADBAND USAGE METER IS NOT THERE!

WE WILL BE PASSIVE NO MORE

First, Chester's gone.

Again.

he left a note this time. None of this fucking around on my blog. He even used capitals and punctuation and everything. 

"Genevieve-

It's probably not safe for me to be around anymore. I've called Mr Irving and resigned, I'm renting out my house, I'm just going to keep moving. Keep safe. I've been reading up and it looks like something major is happening on the Solstice. Whenever that is. People are taking up titles and getting more aggressive, there are some people who appear to be active agents of Slender man. 

Maybe I'm one of them, waiting to wake up? That may not be the case but it's better safe than sorry. Better to run, now, and wait until at least the Solstice. Maybe then there'll be a resolution to all this.

Can you tell Leah that a family emergency came up and I'm sorry I can't take her out for dinner on friday? I owe her for preventing Max from mauling me that one time.

If you go crazy and start writing SEES ME all over the walls, remember this- you have 20/20 vision, you're observant. He won't see you, because you'll see him first. You are the Sentinel.

--Chester."

1) He wrote all of that out by hand. It was nearly illegible.

2) Oh fuck.

3) Chester was a drama student. You can tell, can't you? He's got a healthy sense of drama, that one. The Sentinel? You're a funny one, Chester. I'll watch. I'll wait. I'll try my best to see him coming, Chess.

Looks like the bloggers are all up in arms. I don't blame them, not at all. Sometimes I want to run into a Proxy just so I can make a spirited attempt at bashing their head in with the cricket bat currently located next to me. I've been passive for too long. Lionel and Kaylee were nice people, Chester's a nice guy. It got personal for me a long time ago.

I can't let Slendy steal all that I have left.

-- Genevieve (Sentinel)

Solstice

Apparently the Solstice is coming up and something important is happening then. It's the Winter Solstice in most places, but the Summer Solstice here. Somehow that takes the fear out of it. 


And somehow that makes It even scarier, that It can lurk in light places, streetlamps, lit rooms. Chester hasn't seen him in ages. He's okay, if anyone's curious. Eating his way steadily through all the food. Going to work again. He attempted to use my shoulder as a pillow earlier but it was too uncomfortable. Serves him right, I'm not blind and I'm not stupid.

I had some tea earlier today. It was the stuff Kaylee and Lionel bought me as a thankyou gift. This is the first time I've tried it. It is some good tea.

...

I was thinking, earlier today. Yes, I know. Shock horror. I thought of something. (again, shock horror)

What is Slender man, is, like...

a dementor?

As in, he feeds off our fear? That makes him strong?

Either way, EXPECTO MOTHERF***ING PATRONUM

In other news, Cassy just walked in. Looks like my Patronus just arrived. Hahaha.

"Expecto Patronum" is Latin. It means "I await a Guardian."

Maps.

Finally found a tool that allows people to mark Slenderman sightings and slendervictims.

Look at the pin I put down for Kaylee for an example. If you know the dates, put them down please. Use red icons for people who have since passed on, blue for people who're still living. You don't have to give exact locations if you don't want to, just a rough estimate. I need your help.

http://www.mapservices.org/myguestmap/map/exilisveritas

Break's over. I'll check back at Chess's.

(edit: forgot to add link)

Extra

Maybe I owe you guys a bit of background information.

I found out about the Slender Man by accident. I was talking to someone I had met while she was on holiday here six weeks ago. She was talking crazy stuff, about guys in suits with no faces, when I first met her. I managed to get her to calm down and stop panicking long enough for her to explain why the hell she was freaking out so much. I gave her a hot chocolate and called the hotel she was staying at with her boyfriend to tell him that this girl, this girl "Kaylee", was sitting on my couch raving like a lunatic and that he should probably come pick her up.

He did. He was real good natured about it. Kaylee asked for my phone number, in case she got lost and had another panic attack and needed someone in the area. I didn't really want to, but something about those huge, scared doe eyes made me. She also gave me a piece of paper with the Operator symbol on it and told me to keep it with me. I didn't know what it was at the time, so I threw it out.

Then they left. I went about the rest of my business, doing uni homework and stuff, made myself dinner and went to bed. Next day, early afternoon, they arrived at my house again to thank me for looking after Kaylee for a couple of hours. I invited them in because frankly, I was bored and they were an interesting distraction. Also, they got me food. I'm damn easy to win over.

I learned their names. Kaylee Dwyer and Lionel Wilson. They were from America. Massachusetts (did I spell that right?) to be more precise. We talked about inconsequential stuff and I gave them directions to a few tourist hotspots since they were leaving in three days and had done hardly anything. They left.

I promptly forgot about them altogether until three weeks later, when I got a panicky phonecall from Kaylee back in America about someone following her, someone tall and thin in a business suit. I tried to get her to calm down, to think, find somewhere safe, but she got more and more incoherent over time until she was just saying stuff like "he's here, he's found me, I'm running out of time, tell them, Genevieve, tell them that it was him, tell them the slender man."

Then she stopped talking and all I could hear was heavy breathing. It wasn't until later that I realised I had never told her my name was Genevieve. I introduced myself to them as Viv and never referred to myself as anything else.

I kept listening. Kaylee kept running. Occasionally she'd say something but it never made any sense. She told me to tell Lionel that she loved him, that she was sorry, so sorry. After about fifteen minutes of this, she screamed "His face! Where is his face?!" and then there was a weird noise down the other end, following by the phone going dead.

Lionel called me a week later, saying that Kaylee had disappeared, they'd found a body mauled beyond recognition next to Kaylee's cellphone and the last person she was in contact with was me. The police over there would have been suspicious of me but they called my provider and they said that the signal was coming from here, a several-hour plane trip away, the entire time. Lionel wanted to know if Kaylee had said anything. I told him everything I'd heard. How she was raving about the Slender Man, about no face. I told him she told me to tell him she loved him, that she was sorry.

He was silent for a little while and I wondered if this "Slender Man" had got him too.

He said he was going to do some research on the Slender Man, and not to worry because he was going to find the sick bastard who killed his girlfriend and bring him to justice.

I didn't hear from him again. I heard from the police, who said that Lionel had vanished for three days and then reappeared, alive but exhibiting symptoms of PTSD and constantly muttering about someone following him.

A week later, I got an email. One that didn't have any email address I recognised in the "From" Bar. The email was blank. It had one attachment. a 100x100 image of an operator symbol. I deleted it, it freaked me out so badly. Then I got another phonecall, saying Lionel had killed himself.

That was when I started researching the Slender Man. I guess I lied when I said I didn't know any victims. I had known some. Two. Lionel and Kaylee. I'm an atheist, but I hope you're in a better place, or that you're finally at peace.

I haven't seen him yet. I'm not sure if I'm safe or not. If I see him, I'm going to run. I'll give my cat and all my books to my sister and I'll run and run until I'm dead or it's safe to come back.

(Edit: My memory is faulty and I mucked up a couple of things. Fixed now.)