Quick update - on the prowl.

Jack has made no contact all since I arrived in Denver. Maybe someone got to him before me because I made him compromise his location. If I did then fuck me. I'm still looking though, I'd perfer to have more on how they look. All I remember is that Stephanie's blond and that's not much help, but I guess she's not in town. I'll keep looking, but I need to stock up on some funds and while I may break and enter to have a place to sleep (don't ask me where I'm spending nights now) I draw the line at stealing, or rather before.
This means that the store that needs a stockboy will have one tomorrow. I got some razors and shaved, so while I still have goddamn mop on my head my face looks halfway presentable.

And on something of a mental note - except the "Jack and Stephanie gone" things seem to be looking up, no faceless monstrosities or masked men seen since I came to town, potential job, and nightmares are shorter. This all is too good to be true, so I'm worried that it might be all just a dream, and God knows I've been having some mighty vivid dreams lately.

To Jack: Still prowling Welton in my free time, on foot this time. Look for a six foot tall man-child with a dark blond mop on his head.

To anybody else: I doubt this makes it any easier for Slender Man to find me and if any of his cronies wants to give me trouble, well, I'm making losing people chasing me a speciality of mine.

Signing out,
Pete Biggs

Yesterday, after waking up in my motel room I checked up on the last post and saw Jack's reply.
I thought I replied to it, but it seems now, that I didn't. I chcecked out and fired up the Nova to head to Denver. I took north, to get to the i70, but the trip too long. I noticed the scenery repeating itself quite literally and I was alone on the road.
On instinct I did a 180 and accelerated. I saw the motel. I had to...I knew I had to check it out, that something was wrong.
Then he appeared in the middle of the road, and I remember feeling fucking stupid for not noticing him earlier.
I barely had time to react and highly doubting that ramming him head on would do anything significant I managed to turn the car 90 degrees and ram him with the passenger side. The surface that hit him dented heavily, as if running into a steel bar. The following few seconds were a blur, but I took the old geezer's sledgehammer from the back seat, unbuckled and tumbled out of the car, standing up just as he was approaching me.
"I'm not coming in quietly!" I growled, swinging the hammer and bringing it down on his head and crushing it...

And then I woke up in the driver's seat of my (the old man's?) undamaged Chevrolet Nova with the hammer in my lap. The car was standing in a parking lot of some small town mall and judging by how busy the place was it was late afternoon or early evening (damn you, early dark hours).
It took me a while to get my bearings and I'm currently leaving Topeka and heading for Denver.
I hope I can be of help.

See ya, guys.
-Pete

P.S. Damn, I really need a shave and a haircut.

I'm on the last bit of a fucking caffeine rush
I haven't slept since the last post
Chevvy makes me feel invincible
Thats stupid, I know
I want to help Stephanie buti don't kow where to look
I'll fall asleep soon
Thank goodness for motels at least while I can afford them
Maybe i'll get an odd like the old guy said.
the fuck am i still doing here

night

Pete-

...more coherent than I remember it.
On the prowl again.

Who would have guessed it...

This night I had a relieving, of all things, nightmare. That is, had my dreams through the past months not been about running away from Slender Man through a confusing maze to meet something inside that I cannot face (because when I do face it, I just wake up with no recollection of what it is) this one, even though featuring Slendy, is tame by comparison.

Here's what occured in it.
I wandered into a town covered by fog, and the people in the streets looked at me with distrust. I was accused of something, not sure what, and I was put on trial.
After the prosecution spoke I asked who would defend me.
The judge answered "That would be mister Gaunt."
The main door of the courtroom opened and in stepped the Slender Man. He reached to his "face" and...took it off, like a mask, revealing the face of, devil knows why, Max von Sydow, only with burning red eyes.
"Don't worry" he said in a weird, slighty distorted voice "Mister Gaunt always knows best." and he smiled with the friendliest smile in the world. Only that smile terrified the shit out of me in the dream.
"Don't look back now." he said.

And that's when I woke up in a motel room. It was, I think, about 4 AM, but the dream made me start packing, but then I stopped, telling myself that it was just a god damn dream.
That's when I saw the note pinned to my room's door.

"Run away! Run away! Run Away!
High-toned son of a bitch is coming!"
Signed by "K-OS".

I burst out of there full-speed. I haven't even tried to sleep since, but I wonder, if that's not the worse option.

Also, I think I'll stop somewhere tomorrow and cut my damn hair, it's starting to look ridiculous.

See you, guys.