Thursday, March 31, 2011


I was saved. At least my life was. I managed to get out of that plane alive, if questioned by the police.

But let me begin.

After waking up at the empty motel another time I was greeted by the roar of engines. I saw a black car, an Oldsmobile I think, and a motorbike, a proper one, not one of those speeder shits, parking out side the motel. The biker removed his helmet to reveal a guy barely, if at all, out of his teens, he had short black hair, keen eyes and was wearing a Ramone Jacket. A couple came out the car, a guy in a worn trench coat, with matted hair, looking to be well in his thirties, who carried a handheld movie camera and a girl, not a day over twenty-five, cute, a bit frightened looking, dressed in some fancy jacket. They talked a bit and started towards the stairs, the trench coat guy filming all the time.

I turned to the door and saw a post-it note stuck to it.
"Run away, Run away, Run away!
Survive, help will come.


Without thinking much I went out to the balcony and tossed my bag onto a neighbouring one, then waited until I heard them near my door, jumped to the balcony with my stuff, tossed and jumped to another still and entered the room.
I took out the hammer and stuffed the bag under the bed. When they broke down the door of my room I peeked outside. Seeing them all come in I snuck out and made a dash for the stairs. Only they weren't there, just more walkway and more rooms, with the walkway branching somehow as I ran.

Finally, it somehow came full cirlce and I ran straight into trench coat guy coming out of another room they were checking, basically straight into his camera. The motel was back to normal.

"Peter Biggs?" he asked "The name is James Ganning, these are Lindsey Frank and Mike Bouffat, we were looking for you."
All this time he spoke in a sad voice with a solemn look on his face.
"As far as I know, yes, but what I know is questionable..." I answered "Why do you ask?"
"I need to kill you..." he said, tears appearing in his eyes "...or my brother will die." he handed the camera to the girl... to Lindsey and took out a butterfly knife from under his coat.
He obviously wasn't either good with a knife or used to the idea of killing someone (on that note, I hope I'm not), and luckily for me, he stabbed the handle of my hammer. I headbutted him immediately, shoved him away with a kick  and ran for the stairs, while Lindsey and Mike looked a bit bewildered. This time the stairs were where they were supposed to be. I dashed down them then heard a shot. A sideglance told me the kid was holding a pistol of some kind. He obviously wasn't too good a shot, but a single bad hit from a gun could immobilise me, and that'd be it. So I ducked into the nearest roomed and scurried around the motel, giving them my best ever performance in hide and seek.
All this time they were trying to convince to give up.
"We know you have no one.", "We'll make it quick, we promise!", "We have to do this, please forgive us!" "Please, it's my brother he's got!"
When they where already downstairs for a while I took my chance and hurried as quietly as possible back up. I tossed a chair down from the walkway, so that it'd land near the kid and it worked perfectly - he emptied his entire clip into nothing and it didn't seem he had an extra. I leaned over them and spoke.
"I don't know, what or how the faceless dude told you, but out of any deal you make with him, you'll get the short end only."
"Faceless?" asked Mike "You mean his face is all bust up?"
"No, I mean he doesn't have one...wait. He doesn't speak, who did you make a deal with?"
"You mean the masked guy in the photo?" said Lindsey.
"So, he used a are untainted..." I said sadly. I could probably take all three of them easily, but doing that would be a really asshole move, I mean, they were clean, only trying to save a loved one, with probably no-one to turn to.

"You guys! Don't move!" I heard a shout, when I turned I saw an aged man in hunting gear with a rifle aimed at the three of them. "Pete? Get in your car make a run for it."
"But, my fia-" Lindsey started, but the guy cut her off.
"Lady, that Nick is already dead, no matter what you do. Pete! Why aren't you going to your car?!"

Something told me this was a man I could trust, if only the sight of him aiming his gun at my attackers. I grabbed my bag, stuffed the hammer into it and went to the car.

"Have this." the man said tossing me a GPS "Go to the programmed location. Everything else you need is under your windshield wiper."
"I can't leave here though" I said "I tried, you know, a lot."
"With that you can."

And I could. On my car I found two airline tickets, for a journey there and back to Phoenix, Arizona and a key to deposit box in Phoenix. The GPS led me to an airport and I boarded the plane. It was some fancy airline that had in-flight internet access, hence my last post.

After the kid and I noticed Slendy manipulating people things got hectic.
"Mommy, that man is scary!" said the kid, pointing to one passenger, behind whom Slendy was currently, I don't know, leaning, floating, something in between. The mother, of course, started convincing the kid that there's nothing wrong with the man and that it wasn't nice to call people scary like that. Reasonable, really, but sad.

I called the stewardess that Slendy hung behind earlier, ordered (another) complimentary drink. I asked her, in a low whisper, how her puppetmaster was doing.
"He's busy looking for your strings." she answered, before going away to get my drink.

I strategically stood up and went towards the bathroom, when I heard the kid say something that worried me.
"That man IS scary AND there's a MONSTER behind him!" he protested. I glanced at the guy with whom Slender Man was at the time. In the bathroom I considered this - the kid sees old Gaunt, but that's what kids do.
But there were other children on the plane and not one of them noticed. And this little guy separated the issue that there's a monster behind a guy from the issue that the man is somehow scary. I heard a knocking.
"Your drink, SIR."
I opened the door and took the drink from her. I intended to say something witty at the time, but that went down the shit pipe.
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!" the 'Scary Man' roared and stood up, stumbling, while clutching his head.
Someone made the mistake of trying to calm the guy down, so he grabbed that person's head instead and crushed it on a seat. Only then did I notice that no-face was nowhere to be seen. Panic started, as the man could not be restrained and continued to maim people and kill some of them.
I grabbed the Stewardess and pulled her into the bathroom. I pressed her against the wall.
"CARGO HOLD! WHERE IS IT? HOW DO I GET IN?" I snarled at her. Stupid questions I know, and she gave me the most obvious of directions, but I needed the key she had.

After she gave it to me I knocked her out cold and started towards the door. Then I heard the guy right outside. I slammed him with the door and made a dash for the staircase. I was in the cargo hold ridiculously fast. And there was Slender Man, right next to my bag.
"Puppet problems?" I asked, defiantly. Big mistake, he just appeared directly in front of me and tossed me against the wall. He started flaing his weird extremities again and I thought that even after all this time they're still the stuff of nightmares.

I made a lunge for my bag.
"There are people there who need saving, and while I suck at this, it's probably up to me", that's what I thought.
I turned to Slendy.
"Stop! Hammertime!" I said. His tendrils went flying at me. He hit me and grabbed the hammer. He was trying to yank it away from me.
"Stalling for time, are we?" I asked and jumped with his yank, allowing myself to be tossed near the staircase "...I've got a man to smash. One that's not you, see you!"
I made a dash up the stairs and followed the screams of fear. I saw him cornering a bunch of frightened people, all pressed against a wall together, a broken food cart lay near, while he brandished its ripped off handle.
"Yo! Shitface!" I yelled and he turned to me. He looked feverish and beastly, like a wild animal in pain or a raving madman. He dashed at me. I swung my hammer, he thrusted with the handle. Everything went red, then black.

I woke up when we were landing, everything seemed almost alright. Everyone apparently remembered there being an armed man on-board, suddenly attacking passengers and me tackling him and restraining him, but no crying of monsters and definetly no sledgehammer. I was questioned by the police after the landing. I got a thank you from the airline, for the help (and keeping quiet, so I won't mention WHICH airline it was) in the form of free flights for a whole year, so I've been to quite few "different places" and I'm heading back to get the Nova right now.

Seems I'll need it. This is getting lenghty, so I think I'll update later with what I found in the deposit box.

Still on the run.
Peter Biggs

Monday, March 21, 2011

Different places

Are where I'm going.
Thank you, preson who cares, that hit the spot.

I'm way up high in the air. On an airplane, of course.
Oh shit. There's a problem.
I have to say, M, if you ever read this: your rules don't work for me. He's on the goddamn plane, puppeteering a few people, including at least one stewardess, like he did with those guys on Halloween.
The kid behind me noticed him, and I think an old lady a few seats in front of me also - she glanced in his direction and started praying.

Damn, the hammer had to go the luggage hold.

Keep dem fingers crossed.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Sensory overdose

Now I'm sure I'm dreaming, but I can hope I sleepwalk enough to reach you people.

I am back at the motel, at least that's where the roads led me, time and time again. This is just all beyond me... when did I fall asleep? Was I ever awake?

I ask myself why I'm even asking you about this. Odds are, none of you will read this, but I think this at least works as a bit of a vent.

It's like I'm in a bad game, you know? Copy-pasted surroundings, bullshit story, horrible protagonist...

And the goddamn monster outside my window.

I've no idea why he won't just come in and destroy me. I know he can. Or maybe he already has and is toying with what's left.

Or maybe I'd have to wake up for real. Or dream for real.

I wish this would end somehow.