It's been almost a year since I posted here. And it's not because nothing has happened, but because of the very opposite. Because my life sort of did a one eighty and now I'm somewhere else.
I'd love to sit here and tell you that I've moved away from the strange place where I saw those strange things. I'd also like to be able to tell you that I know now what those strange things were. If I said that, however, I'd be lying, and lying isn't exactly on my 'to-do' list.
In all truth, I moved a block away from where I was. A block. If anyone remembers this picture, I am now on the north side. See that street that turns north and then east? I am two houses before that turn. So.
I am now on the OTHER side of the creepy parking lot. Yippy fuckin' skippy. I wish you could hear the sarcasm that I'm injecting into that phrase in my mind as I type it, because there is a great deal of sarcasm to be heard here.
In the time since my last posting, I've finished high school, started at a local community college, and have gotten no closer to any answers than I was before, though I am pretty sure I now have more questions. And more sightings. Can't forget those.
I am now fully convinced that there is not one, but two...somethings living around here, one of which is either Slenderman, or his twin brother.
Or both.
And it doesn't make me happy. One is creepy as hell. One simply reeks of rot and corpses. Fun for the whole family. I've got to order dinner, but I'll come back and write up some of the crazy things that have happened in the past year. Trust me, some are doozies.
