Remedy

for my own recklessness.

Vieve here.

I'M OKAY. Ish. In retrospect, what I did was extremely stupid so I am now beating myself up over it. Otherwise, I'm a little shaken and very tired and that's the only damage.

Okay, so this morning I went and did some grocery shopping, took it back to my flat, and then went for a walk. A rather long walk. I ended up in the domain, which is a half-an-hour journey by car, and then got the extremely bright idea of calling back the proxy that called me a week or so ago. Vivi fail.

I dialed the number and waited. Someone answered the phone.

G: Hello?

???:  Please wait while we put you through to an Operator.

*slightly staticy silence for a couple of seconds*

???: *Unintelligible through distortion*

*burst of static, person hangs up*

(You can see where this is going, can't you?)

It was at about this time  that I realised this was an intensely stupid idea. I stuck my phone back in my bag, got struck with a wave of nausea, looked around and lo and behold guess who was standing about three metres away in the trees?

I hefted my cricket bat, backed away slowly. I was pretty sure that if he tried something I could land a hit on him, but I wasn't sure just how effective it would be. He just stood there, his head slightly tilted, doing nothing.

After about three minutes of this something in me snapped and I yelled "Haven't you done enough, you creep?" and then ran. I know there wasn't any point running, he can follow people, he can slenderwalk, but it was better than standing there watching that blank face and those open arms.

I normally like hugs, but not from Eldritch Abominations. Especially not ones that try and off my friends.

Basically I freaked out, turned my phone off, and spent the entire day running around Auckland trying to throw it off. I didn't see it again, so I deemed it safe to go home.

I'd run, but there's little point. There's three days until the Solstice. I can last that long.

(feels like she's Tempting Fate)

By the way, Chester, I'm not mad at you for blogjacking. This is easier when there are others to talk to.

I took a Mental Health Day yesterday. I've been feeling rather tired, lately, and I've been having dizzy spells so I made an appointment with my doctor yesterday morning and she told me that I'm overworking myself and to take it easy for a while. So I put my Ipod on shuffle and spent the rest of the day reading.

...

Hey Slendy. I'm not going to say you're not getting to me, standing outside with the traffic whizzing past you in my darkest moments, staring up at me. But I know I'm not alone in this. I'd be a lot more afraid of you if there weren't others fighting you. The greatest trials become easier when there is someone else to lean on.

We Walk in Circles

First things first- I saw It. 

I'm not hurt or anything. He just kind of stood there. Across the road, outside No. 27, just like Chester said. He just kinda chilled over there while some tosser in a souped-up car drove by playing shitty hip-hop music up so loud that I could hear the lyrics. Letter to people who do that everywhere- not everyone shares your music tastes. Stop being an asshole and turn the volume down. 

He's not there anymore. I blinked and he wasn't there and the next second the audio distortion on my iPod went away. I stood there, went "huh" and then thanked heaven I didn't eat lunch because as one side effect of exposure to Slendy, I get kinda nauseous...

Second: put up fairy lights all over my flat today. :)

There are no words.

Nessa is "back", or at least the person who's hacked her account says she is.

Jeff's been captured and his account partially taken over and is fighting the proxy in his account as I write this.

Do you think they'll go away if we give them $20? (whapped for awful attempt at humour)

Are they going to keep stealing and stealing until we have nothing left?

No.

They can't. We can't let them.

My name is Genevieve Sullivan. Vieve, Vivi, Vivi, Vi, Vivinator, et al. for short. I'm 163cm, auburn-haired, fair, grey-eyed. I was born in Rotorua, currently reside in Auckland. I like going to work, my family, reading, watching the television, especially documentaries and comedy, and music of pretty much any genre except screamo and most hip-hop/rap. I own a cat, a one-year old longhaired calico named Cassy.

You cannot take this from me.

Keep calm and carry on, everyone.

--Vivi

Someone's at the door.

And if they were friendly they would have knocked instead of just standing outside the door. I keep hearing rattling/clicking from the lock. I think they're trying to pick it. Whoever it is, Cassy doesn't like them at all because she's staring at the door with her fur all fluffed up.

Fuck. I should have put the chain over the door.

If you don't hear from me within five hours, consider me dead or a proxy.

Bleh.

Finally managed to fix the settings on this thing so it shows the correct date and time. For me, at least. The previous setting was Pacific time which got rather confusing, so I mucked around in the settings until I found how to change the displayed time. It's pretty annoying when a post you made one afternoon shows up as being at some ungodly time the day before. Timezones fry my brain.

Survived my night out with the colleagues. Spent the last couple of hours disinfecting the car. Not only is Leah a lightweight, but she has a sensitive stomach. Next time I go out with my workmates, either we aren't taking Leah or no alcohol is going to be involved. Either that, or someone else takes her home. Max has a car. He can do it next time.

I'm really tired. This Slenderman business is not helping my sleeping patterns. I haven't found any way of keeping track of Slendersightings, either. Much thanks, though, to the three people who clarified all the "wifin in the club" and "slenderman wants your $20" business. That was profoundly weird. I guess people have a sense of humour about this stuff. There's a blog somewhere supposedly by Slendy telling you to give your $20 to Haiti.

There are more Slenderblogs than I thought. I've been reading as many as I can (currently, Seeking Truth), and I just finished watching Marble Hornets. Seems like Dreams in Darkness was a fake run by a crazy guy, or if it isn't, Damien's in trouble. Alot of these blogs are ending badly. People missing, large body counts, who's going to be next?

I just wonder what's happened to A Lack of a Lexicon. Lexi said he was moving and then promptly vanished off the face of the earth, as did A. The only thing I've seen from either of them is a gibberish twitterpost 10 days back. The Tutorial seems to have gone dead too. Funny thing is this all happened around September.

This is painting a picture and it ain't a pretty one.

Something or rather

Sudden influx of college work. I'm not taking Latin any more, which means I don't have to revise all the tenses and conjugations. Latin ate my life in High School. It seriously did. Thankfully I'm not taking it now I'm at college. So for the last two years, I have actually had a social life. Where's my applause? Oh well. I still have another year of my degree left, still have to do homework.

Okay, so I know that Slendy's serious business, but what's all this about 20 dollars and wifin' the the club? WHAT THE HELL IS WIFIN'? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?

Words cannot describe how utterly perplexed I am. Oh well. I'm going out tonight. Dinner out with three of my colleagues. Hopefully this time I will not have to be the sober taxi service for Leah, again. Leah is a genius but she cannot hold her liquor.

Does anyone in my miniscule readership know a website where I and others can mark points on a map where there have been Slendysightings? (trying to figure out a pattern here)