A night's ride/Wait what?

I'm not sure what I'm to write about, I mean, I logged on to rant about an attempt to ruin the Nova (and kill me, of course) and I get the story of Zero vs Slenderman in a plethora of variations. That sentence is probably messed up, but I'm still shaken.

Anyway, two days ago, the goddamn Solstice that so many bloggers thought to be some grand event, I decided to play it as safe and possible and stay on the move through the entire night. I readied enough caffeine to make an elephant fly into space, and I mean caffeine, not coffee. I got a good night's sleep during the day, just in case. (At a college dorm. You wouldn't believe how easy it is to convince someone, that you were partying with them the night before).

Anyway I', driving through the middle of Nowhere (Nowhere, Illinois, I guess, but I could be wrong and it could be Nowhere, Missouri) and some guy on motorbikem not even a proper chopper, just a speeder-thing, drives onto the road in frot of me and stops. I break like crazy, and hear a cople of thunks on the floor behind me. I notice the old man's sledgehammer was hidden beneath the front seats, and it's head is covered with black stains. My mind goes immediately back to the idito on the road, his bike now facing me.

Then I hear two more, behind me, MX's I think. All three drove up slowly towards my car. I just knew they were the remaining "party poopers". What I did then was not nice.
I started up the car and accelerated, ramming the guy in front of me. The ones riding cross bikes sped towards me, so I pulled the handbrake. They flew and I never saw them before. As horrible as it is, they were the ones my conscience is reminding me less about.

I got out of the car, holding the hammer, ready to strike. I found him under his bike, cover in blood, eyes wide open, looking at me with eyes full of both hope and terror. He was from the party.

"I don't want to do what he says... I don't wanna..." he muttered. Tears mixed with blood on his face.
"End... me..." he asked.

I trembled. This one wasn't a threat. I had no need to strike, but that sad gaze of his had me glued to the spot. I just stood there, twitching, glancing in every direction, expecting to see Slendy, or the cops... or both. And this guy is there, under his stupid racing bike, begging me to terminate his existence.

I finally fixed my eyes on his face and I kept standing there, staring at him, wondering, was he Slendy's victim, or somehow mine.
And he begged me.
And I crushed his head on the pavement, immediately covering his corpse with puke.

I wrapped him up in some spare clothes and shoved him in the trunk. I drove around all day after that, buying a enough trash bags (or a big enough one) to contain the carcass and a shovel to bury it.

In the evening I finally got it. I drove to some lonely bit of road, drove off of it went a couple of miles and started to dig the grave. All the time I felt uneasy, but in a different way. When I finished digging and turned to the car to get the body, I understood.
The fucking Slenderman was standing next to the trunk, staring at it.
He noticed me and, I don't know, phased, I guess, to the other and of the car, still staring at where the corpse was.
I opened the trunk, took out the body, threw it in the hole and started filling it, casting glances in Slenderman's direction every now and then.
And he just stood there, watching.
Sad burial, really, just the two guys that killed him.
When I was done Slendy faced me. I gripped the shovel with all my strenght and he just disappeared.

I got in the Nova and drove out, rays of dawn hitting my windshield (or some other poetic shit). I dropped into a motel, fell asleep as soon as I entered the room and I woke up irregularily, if frequently, to cry my ass off and puke some more.
I hate bile.

And here I am.
I may begin to hate myself soon.

Stupidity leads to nightmares

Okay, seriously.

Last week, after reading Zero's Fool's Errand/Tales of Projectile Vomit I blew my top.

I got to my hidey-hole, packed my stuff and skipped town, with enough rage to make the Goddamn Juggernaut jealous, stomping like  that was going to accomplish anything.

I had a simple plan: I expected him behind the next potential safehouse's door. That was the extent of it.

I got to the next town, I found the nicest possible safehouse, I went in.
There he was, in all his tendrily, gaunt, faceless "glory".

I lost it, I swung, aiming to sock him in the gut, if had anything like that.
As you can guess that didn't happen. Or maybe it did, I'm not sure, I felt like something was wrong, then he was standing behind me instead of in front and my punch didn't connect.

I went berserk, yelling, screaming, trying to hit him with everything in the house.

I wore myself out with that and as I stood there, panting, trying to catch my breath and glaring at him I asked in defiance:
"Aren't you going to do ANYTHING?!?"

Big mistake, but probably not as much as trying to attack him directly. Only then did I notice the tendrils crawling from him, along the floor, up to my feet.
They shot at me.
Before I could move they were already gripping my face.

I blacked out.

I had one of the most FUCKED UP nightmares then. It

Fuck, gotta fly, I'll finish this in a few hours.

Someone tell me what happenned this week, it's like the entire world has gone mad!

EDIT:
O-kay, first let me note how crazy you guys must be to go PLANNING an attack against that thing.
I know I wasn't of sane mind when I attacked him, but I was rage-fueled.

But back to myself. I recently, which is to say, fro the last two days, find myself followed by someone else than our tall and lanky not-friend. The guys from the party. The ones he hovered behind.


 That's why I had to log off. I noticed one of them, so I had to lose the bastard.

And I was going to describe the nightmare.
It started on a huge-ass field of grass flowing in the wind at night. You know, one of the really cliche movie-kind. I walked through the field, confused and afraid, for what seemed like hours. I felt suspicious, like I was being watched, so I turned around and there he was.
The Slenderman.
Vividly remembering how pointless it is to try and physically assault the monster I did the natural thing.
I turned 180 degrees and ran like fuck.
When I stopped for breath I was already in a building.
A maze of all things. I proceeded through it, it changed from a regular labirynth, through a maze of mirrors, a maze of doors and to a maze of moving rooms. After I don't know how long I made it to the center, a small room.
In it was a bed, on which someone was sleeping, face covered, but the snoring kept me reassured that it was no corpse. There was also a desk  with a computer linked to a huge screen. In front of that desk sat...someone.
He/she typed on the screen: ImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorrymyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfault and so forth and so on.
I asked "What is your fault?" - the answer was a POV video of Slenderman wrapping himself around the camera and whoever was holding it. Umpteen seconds later it showed him... convulsing, I guess, then slouching.
And then another one sprouted from his back. What came of this I can only describe as a Siamese Slenderman. It reminded me of that one one scene from End of Evangelion, in case anyone saw the darn thing. The video ends.
I try to change the subject so I ask who the guy asleep is.
Monitor answers:
"eesrofflesruoY"
See For Yourself, eh?

I pick up the sheets and the person sleeping looks eerily similar to me, only with little details different. You know, haircut, I don't wear glasses, things like that. I gasp at this.

I ask "Who are YOU, then?" and the person turns around and I see...

A nurse leaning over me, as I wake up in a hospital bed. Three days after the incident. In the next state.

So yeah.

Signing out,
Pete

P.S.
What the goddamn hell is it with all those (titles or shit)?