I. . . I am so sorry. I tried, I really tried; but he got me, and I am not going to last much longer.
If anyone wants to know what happened, here it is:
After 2 days of avoiding that creature, I managed to get out of the house and travel. It was successful, I was able to gather everything I needed and drive to the airport. I thought to myself that day "What if he could get me in an airplane?". That thought almost kept me from getting on that flight. Thank god that was not the case, otherwise, I would have had to drive or, or even walk! The flight was short lived, we hit a terrible formation of tremendous looking clouds. The plane shook violently, and did so until we were able to steady out the plane.
We flew through the dark clouds for what seemed to be hours. Even when we were at our destination, the clouds hung over the sky. But the times during the peaceful flight, I had a dream. It was the last dream I will ever have, sadly. I was in a city, not a huge city like New York or Seattle, just a simple one. But all of the city was overgrown and abandoned. I walked down the only street that wasn't covered in debris and wrecked cars. That road led me to a gas station. I just stared at it for the longest time, until, the silence was broken and my head was pounding. I was in huge peril, everywhere I looked there was that SlenderMan figure. . . and he was getting closer and closer with every step.
The tremendous shaking that the plane created woke me up, thankfully. So, I got of that plane, I was in Canada, my first investigation area. I felt hope in me that day, I could finally get a head start to finding out what this thing is. Oh sorry, you don't know why I chose Canada first. Someone contacted me saying that he knew a place where all my questions could be answered. The man told me to go to Canada, and I was happy; but he never told me his name. All he said was "good luck. . ." and then hung up the phone. That was it, that was my day of triumph! And that is how I got the idea to come to canada.
Not soon after I left the airport, a man greeted me at the sidewalk. He was a cab driver offering to give a ride. I didn't tell him where I needed to go, he just drove me. After several hours, we arrived in Toronto, Ontario. I asked him "How much do I owe you?" he simply turned his head and said "Ah nothing, I know what you are trying to do, and I know your troubles. This one is free of charge!". 'What?!' I remember thinking to myself. But how did he know where I needed to be and what I was going to do!? But why am I complaining, after all, he did give me a free ride. Anyway, he dropped me of at a Motel. I walked in and got myself a room. On my way, I was in the hallways, this place looked like. . . like there had been a mass murder here. The walls had traces of red on them, and some of the rooms were boarded up. This was not the place I was looking for, nor was it pleasant. I found my room and walked in. This however was surprising to me. This room was untouched and very well done. I found a note on the bed. It read "We know what you are trying to do, and we award your bravery. So let me give you ONE warning: The SlenderMan is not a creature to be messed with by one person, but one person is all that can see him. That is you, and you have the chance to stop him. Please, do it for us, do it for the whole world. If you cannot stop him, then no one can! ~Chri#@%!& Clar$#"
That note made me feel as if this was planned out. As if my every move was written out and I was just a show! No, no no no no NO! There was a revolver on the table next to me, and it had on shot in it. I knew what it was there for; but I am not dying without taking that SlenderMan with me! I tried to get some sleep, but I had a hard time doing so. The door kept opening and something was casting a shadow outside my window. What could this mean? Sleep was not an option, apparently. I spent that night planning and thinking of what I will do next. Then, as I looked to my left I saw. . . I saw, that masked person wait NO that masked thing! He was holding a note, of all things it was holding a note. Why, I do not know. He removed his mask, surprisingly. I saw her face. She was, sad and. . . and wanted me.
She told me that she was the one that lead me here, but only to tell me something. She had aided the SlenderMan only because it forced her to. But no longer, she was done. "Wu-why did you torment me like this!!" I shouted. She had that same expression on her face. She said that I am not the only one out there that is being stalked by him. I knew that, of corse, but I wanted to know more. She put her finger on my lips and whispered in my ear "Your time is running short" and then she walked to the gun. I stood there motionless, in. . . well I do not know the emotion, but I remember her putting the mask back on and then putting the gun to her head saying "Forgive me".
I saw her eyes though that mask, I saw fear and regret, and I saw a young girl who's life was taken away from her by that SlenderMan. I was not going to let her die like this, no, I was not going to let here death be meaningless. We all have our limits, and mine were being pushed! I held her close to me for the rest of that night. Crying for hours knowing that SlenderMan is watching me right now, laughing although he has no face. My pain equals his joy.
When the sun arose, I grabbed my stuff and walked out the door. The man didn't ask for money, he just looked at me and smiled. I was going to walk North and find that place she was talking about. I did not put that in here, I'm sorry, but some things must be kept a secret. I walked miles in the hot sun. I found an abandoned town, you could not find it on the map because I already checked. Nothing. It was starting to piece itself together. This was that town in my dream, and I was walking down that same road. I found the gas station and I remembered the pain I felt when I stared at it. But I must, if my visions have led me here, then let them unravel. Like in my dream, my head started to pound heavily. I was on my knees, constantly darting my head side to side just to be sure that SlenderMan wasn't near.
But there it was, staring at me. I arose from the ground and looking it the face. "Listen! You have messed with me my entire life, and for what!? JUST LEAVE ME ALONE. . ." It just stood there, admiring the shire agony of me. I ran to my right and continued until I struck a car, it was operational from what it looks. I ran towards it and opened the door. I found the keys in the glovebox along with a message: "RUN" it said. and run I did. I stumbled across an abandoned house. It was very old from the looks of it; and was styled from the 1700's. "How?" I remember thinking to myself. But I took the moment drive strait towards it.
I was able to get inside. There was pictures and documents all over the walls. They all were about the SlenderMan. I never knew that he was THIS big of a deal. Everything I needed to know about it was staring me in the face. But was it worth it? No, it wasn't, but I at least had to collect every one of them. But just as I thought I was safe, there it was, looking at me through the window. I hated him and now look at what has happened! I am stuck in rubble, that asshole! I am slowly bleeding to death, I have no chance of ever being saved. The SlenderMan is there in the doorway staring at me. I knew it was he who crippled the house to trap me in here. And now I have doomed the whole world. It was me who was supposed to stop and it was me who failed.
If anyone finds this journal, please let it be known that the SlenderMan is still out there, and he wants to see you in misery!
These journal entries were found in the wreckage of a house in Ontario. A local police officer noticed that there was a backpack containing item of such pictures and documents. The corps of Charley Forman were found buried in rubble. No signs of this so called "SlenderMan".