I just looked at Mary's latest blog entry. I followed her link and read everything.
So the Tall Man is actually called Slender Man and, apparently... created on Something Awful's forum? I guess this should come as a relief since now I know that he is simply that - a human creation, not some crazy demon from the depths of hell or whatever - which explains what I've been seeing as what I've thought it to be all along; hallucinations, just hallucinations. But my feelings right now are mixed. Of course I am a little relieved that I can now more easily regard my sights as figments of my imagination, as well as having a name on the stalker bastard.
The fact that I can't recall ever hearing about Slender Man still remains though. And... how should I explain this... while I don't get the feeling that I've heard/read about him anywhere else before, the first time I saw him clearly I wasn't surprised by his appearance. There was something oddly familiar with him that I can't quite put my finger on. Let me put it like this; whenever you meet a new person, someone you haven't even laid your eyes upon before, it takes a while for you to take everything in about them, everything from looks to personality. After a while you become "adjusted" to them. You've formed an opinion about them and feel more comfortable around them (even if you don't like the person in question you do at least, approximately, know what to expect from them). Well, when it comes to this Slender Man I can't really say that I feel comfortable whenever he appears or that I know what to expect from him (except for glaring at me), but I still hope you see my point.
Shortly put, it was like I knew him if only vaguely. If I believed in that kind of stuff I would have said that I had known him in another life, but I digress.
I guess I should read up more about this man-like creature. I've also noticed that I have received some more followers; I've only taken a quick glance at all the people, but they seem to be related to Slender Man in one way or another. I don't mind people following my blog since this isn't a private place after all, I'm hardly the kind to spew my heart out on a electronic journal, or anywhere else/to anyone else.
Now, I still find his random arrivals troublesome. I'm not as afraid any more but I'd rather not have him following me and disturbing my sleep, I'm all ready quite the insomniac. Increasing the dosage of my medicine didn't help, so what to do...
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Monday, 11 October 2010
Sunday, 19 September 2010
So, the other day...
I had another encounter with the tall man.
At first I didn't know what was happening. I was lying in my bed trying to get some sleep, and as always I had to toss and turn a lot before I could find the right position. But then I saw something that made me freeze. My door was closed, but out of the door opening... those small cracks... something crept into my room. I didn't know what to think about it at first. I thought it might be a spider, but it was a foolish thought since it was too big and had no body. Just long, thin, sharp "legs".
Then I thought it might just be some shadows caused by the trees outside, but my curtains were covering my windows very well so that's impossible.
It was a hallucination, or perhaps a dream or half-dream. But then why was I so afraid?
After a while it began to look more and more like a hand and it kept creeping along my walls. The fingers were like claws - or scissors. They looked that sharp. Perhaps one could say they looked like knives to, but... the way they moved...
So I tried to close my eyes, see if that'd help, sometimes it does. Sometimes it just makes things worse. Even if I close my eyes I can still hallucinate.
And when I did I saw his face again, the tall, slender man, remember? But this time it was a lot clearer. Yes, I am certain now: he had no face.
He tilted his head from one side to the other, several times, spasmodically. I opened my eyes again and everything was back to normal. But, god, I couldn't sleep after that. I'm still tired, even though I managed to get some sleep last night, and I'm afraid to fall asleep again.
But it's just a hallucination.
At first I didn't know what was happening. I was lying in my bed trying to get some sleep, and as always I had to toss and turn a lot before I could find the right position. But then I saw something that made me freeze. My door was closed, but out of the door opening... those small cracks... something crept into my room. I didn't know what to think about it at first. I thought it might be a spider, but it was a foolish thought since it was too big and had no body. Just long, thin, sharp "legs".
Then I thought it might just be some shadows caused by the trees outside, but my curtains were covering my windows very well so that's impossible.
It was a hallucination, or perhaps a dream or half-dream. But then why was I so afraid?
After a while it began to look more and more like a hand and it kept creeping along my walls. The fingers were like claws - or scissors. They looked that sharp. Perhaps one could say they looked like knives to, but... the way they moved...
So I tried to close my eyes, see if that'd help, sometimes it does. Sometimes it just makes things worse. Even if I close my eyes I can still hallucinate.
And when I did I saw his face again, the tall, slender man, remember? But this time it was a lot clearer. Yes, I am certain now: he had no face.
He tilted his head from one side to the other, several times, spasmodically. I opened my eyes again and everything was back to normal. But, god, I couldn't sleep after that. I'm still tired, even though I managed to get some sleep last night, and I'm afraid to fall asleep again.
But it's just a hallucination.
Sunday, 22 August 2010
Books are Narcotic...
... So I went to the library today. Not that I expected there to be anything interesting to find there, seeing as it's a rather small and dull library but sometimes they sell some of their books and that was mainly what I was there for. But when I came there I saw that they had no books on sale today, so I began to walk around to see if there was anything interesting I could lend instead. I haven't visited the library in a while so there was a chance that there might be something there to catch my interest - I read almost whatever I can get my hands on. Except Twilight.
The library was rather empty and very silent, as should be. Whenever I enter a library it feels like I've come to a holy place, a building that's equal to a church; an edifice in which you have to show your respect towards all of the old books by being silent. I've never questioned this rule not only because it's obvious that silence should dominate in a place where people are trying to concentrate on whatever they're reading, trying to lose themselves in another world, but also because it seemed blasphemous to move around and talk loudly as if you owned the place. An act like that... somehow I've always felt as if that would make the great authors, those whom continue to live as letters and words and chapters and poems and pages and large, dusty books angry, but most of all it would make them sad.
Anyhow, I kept walking through the library, sometimes stopping to look at a book or two, when I came to an aisle that was located in a corner which seemed even more desolate and quiet. I quickly glanced at the two bookshelves which stood on each of my side but I had all ready read all of them before, so I turned around to walk away but halted. There was a tall man standing near the end of the aisle, looking towards the entrance. Suddenly he spun around and walked away in the opposite direction while the fluorescent lights (I hate those things) kept flickering. I think he might have been working in the library and I base this on the fact that the way he moved seemed to be indicating that he had forgotten something... then again, a mere visitor could have forgotten something too of course, but it was the first thought that struck me. Perhaps he was a lawyer or something like it, judging by his clothes.
The odd thing however is that he had no face. Granted, he stood a great deal away from me and the lights kept flickering so it could just have been my eyes playing a trick on me or simply a mere hallucination. I believe in the latter since when I walked out of the aisle and looked towards the direction in which he had disappeared to, I saw nothing but a solid wall. There were no doors to be seen anywhere and this part of the library was very open, and there was a sofa and a couple of couches placed there, so I would've seen where he'd gone to if he was real. Unless science has suddenly made a great leap forward, enabling people to take part in an experiment called 'Move like a Ghost!' which makes the test subject in question capable of moving through walls.
I would like to participate.
Well, this was clearly a hallucination though a pretty random one. I still take my medication every day but as you say Mary, there's bound to be holes.
Oh yeah, I walked out of the library without getting a single book with me to read. Guess I'll just have to reread some of mine then.
The library was rather empty and very silent, as should be. Whenever I enter a library it feels like I've come to a holy place, a building that's equal to a church; an edifice in which you have to show your respect towards all of the old books by being silent. I've never questioned this rule not only because it's obvious that silence should dominate in a place where people are trying to concentrate on whatever they're reading, trying to lose themselves in another world, but also because it seemed blasphemous to move around and talk loudly as if you owned the place. An act like that... somehow I've always felt as if that would make the great authors, those whom continue to live as letters and words and chapters and poems and pages and large, dusty books angry, but most of all it would make them sad.
Anyhow, I kept walking through the library, sometimes stopping to look at a book or two, when I came to an aisle that was located in a corner which seemed even more desolate and quiet. I quickly glanced at the two bookshelves which stood on each of my side but I had all ready read all of them before, so I turned around to walk away but halted. There was a tall man standing near the end of the aisle, looking towards the entrance. Suddenly he spun around and walked away in the opposite direction while the fluorescent lights (I hate those things) kept flickering. I think he might have been working in the library and I base this on the fact that the way he moved seemed to be indicating that he had forgotten something... then again, a mere visitor could have forgotten something too of course, but it was the first thought that struck me. Perhaps he was a lawyer or something like it, judging by his clothes.
The odd thing however is that he had no face. Granted, he stood a great deal away from me and the lights kept flickering so it could just have been my eyes playing a trick on me or simply a mere hallucination. I believe in the latter since when I walked out of the aisle and looked towards the direction in which he had disappeared to, I saw nothing but a solid wall. There were no doors to be seen anywhere and this part of the library was very open, and there was a sofa and a couple of couches placed there, so I would've seen where he'd gone to if he was real. Unless science has suddenly made a great leap forward, enabling people to take part in an experiment called 'Move like a Ghost!' which makes the test subject in question capable of moving through walls.
I would like to participate.
Well, this was clearly a hallucination though a pretty random one. I still take my medication every day but as you say Mary, there's bound to be holes.
Oh yeah, I walked out of the library without getting a single book with me to read. Guess I'll just have to reread some of mine then.
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