Mittwoch, 8. Juni 2011

Attention please

I address this to Mr. Strahm, Mr. M, Mr. Maudin, Mr. Zero, and anyone else who will hear me. I cannot message you. I do not know why, but I cannot. This will not let me. I ask my reader to forward this to you, for I can't, and I put my trust in you. Do note that I am putting myself at great risk bringing you this information.

WEAKNESS (that doesn't matter much...perhaps):

Around large bodies of moving waters, his powers become suppressed. He cannot even so much as extend a single tentacle. BUT YOU MUST BE ON THE WATER ON A SMALL SHIP. The smaller the better.

THE WAY TO WEAKEN HIM (have to do to destroy him, without this, there is no hope):

We all know that he has the power to hypnotise human victims, but how? He puts out this supersonic "frequency." The key to weakening him is to somehow record this frequency reverse it, and play it back at him. He will fall limp and be revealed (not naked, I mean his face and all tentacles). He will be unable to stand and completely at your mercy. For how long, I don't know. This is why the next step must be taken care of before hand.

THE WAY TO KILL HIM (MAKE SURE to weaken him FIRST. He will kill you, otherwise):

You need IRON. Wrought iron is still fairly easy to come by. You must make it into a melee weapon. Then someone strong (I recommend Mr. Strahm. He is both strong and brave) must attack him in a very specific way. First, you must sever each tentacle as close to the base as you can. Kick him onto his back, and slice open the right side of his chest. Inside, you will find his large, six-chambered heart. REMOVE IT. Then, slice off his arms and legs, then his head. I know it sounds gruesome, and it sickens me to think of this happening to him...but I know he has to be stopped.


When he is neutralized, His puppet-proxies' strings will be cut. Those residing here with he and I will be confused. I will rally them to our side and have them fight with the Agents (since they came to him of their own accord). The rest of you should storm HQ then.

I only ask that when you DO storm the HQ, that you don't kill the freed proxies and myself. We will all be on your side, and they can't help that they were hollowed, just as I can't help that I was taken.

Sonntag, 5. Juni 2011


I was going to detail a little bit more about him, but something odd happened today.

I saw a man that looked like an FBI agent come in, today. The Slender Man had me go into our bedroom, and he locked the door. I could see through the key hole a bit.

The FBI man kept his back to me, and it was dark. I couldn't make out much detail, but I do know that he was being called "Agent F." I don't know who this person is, or why he is speaking to The Slender Man.

After he left, I was let out.

Donnerstag, 2. Juni 2011

Speech, language, and private behavior

Many think that he cannot communicate with us, but The Slender Man can. He has two ways to converse with us. The first is what I like to call "over the telepath." His words enter your head. You can understand him, no matter what language you speak. If you are multilingual, then you will always Hear him in your native tongue. Over the telepath, his voice is so much louder and deeper.

The second way he can communicate is vocally--through his mouth. His "true" voice is much more high than you would expect, and is somewhat sharp. He only speaks one language. I have dubbed it "Slendertongue." It sounds like a bunch of noises, chirps, and purrs.

As the amount of time he speaks to me waxes, the amount he adresses me over the telepath wanes.

I am begining to understand some of those words, but I mostly react to his tone and inflection. I will relay a few that I have learned:

Mree: an expresion of pleasure, but I have also heard him use it to express not giving a shit--like when a target becomes more trouble than s/he is worth, or if he just loses interest in someone. It happens.

Mrrr: as much as you don't want to hear it, this is a noise of extreme pleasure (like orgasm). He also makes this noise during a shoulder rub. He likes those. Lots of tension in them.

Greedt!: An exclamation. Denotes surprise, shock

Reeeee! Reee!: Pain. He makes this noise when he is in pain. Always two, the first longer and more pronounced than the second.

Mraf? : A questioning word. I have taken it to mean "what?" or "why?" and the occasional "huh?"

Breeedtttt: A chirping noise when he's feeling cheer and a touch playful.

Qrrriiid: I've only heard him make this half purring, half chirping noise when he gives me something*.


When we are alone in the studio-apartment like dwelling that is his quarters (that I've not been let out of for months--I'm not even sure of where I am), he acts...differently.

He relaxes, I suppose you could say. He takes his jacket off, rolls up his sleeves, and loosens his tie. Sometimes, he takes his shoes off. He likes to lay back on his couch and talk to me, though I have a hard time understanding him right now. Maybe later, I'll be able to understand "slendertongue" better.

Sometimes, he brings me things. I know where they come from, but I don't like to think about it...

Sometimes, it is supplies I need; other times, he snatches shiny things. He likes shiny things. A lot. Especially if he can see hisself in it. It seems to fascinate him.

I think he thinks differently than us. He's not stupid--not by a long-shot, he just thinks differently. Also, the rule of getting high only works because you become too much of a hassle. He'll get you when you come down. He knows you will eventually, and he can wait. That is, if he wants you badly enough.

He treats me well. Much better than those he Stalks, I suppose. He is careful and tender. He also does cute things sometimes. He does sleep, and sometimes, he snores and mutters a bit. It's adorable, actually.  I am happy, even though I am his consort. It is better than being marked for death by him.

Dienstag, 31. Mai 2011


I don't know if the information I've garnered about the Slender Man will be helpful, but I will relay it to his victims just the same.


Surprisingly, Slender Man is highly human when naked. The only difference is his massive size. His torso is the size of a man of around six feet, but his arms and legs are far out of normal human proportions. His skin is lily white and completely hairless. He is a pleasure to touch, like running your hands over soft, warm silk. Though very little of him suggests that he is mamalian, he does have nipples, two of them--one on each side of his chest. He also has a navel, which tells me that he was born. Out of his back, he has ten small nubs. Five on each side of his spine, running down his back. They start just below his shoulders and go to his midback.. He has a buttocks and human genitalia. He is much more well endowed than any human man and he is uncircumsized. His nerve endings seem to be far more sensitive than a human's.

His body is much more thin, to a sickly degree. All of his bones are visible.

He does have a face, he can conceal it when he needs to, and only shows it to some. I have seen this face. His eyes are black and almond shaped, while his pupils are white. His mouth is lipless and filled with a row of canine teeth. His tongue is long, thin, and black. He has very high dexterity with his tongue.


He does posses a bodily odour, but it smells vaguely of fresh summer peaches. His blood is a deep violet colour, and his semen is periwinkle blue. He does need to "relieve" himself, like a human, and he does bathe. He enjoys cool water over hot. Hot hurts him.

All for now. More later.I am being watched by his Agents.

Montag, 30. Mai 2011

A cry for help

I have been held captive since January. Only now have I the means of communicating this.

I am being held by none other than the Slender Man himself. He is tall, nine feet in height, pale, thin and dressed in a black business suit. He has ten tentacles.

I remember the day I was taken so vividly, yet it feels like a dream. I was bathing when two masked men took me from my home, dressed me in a black dress with red lotuses and blinded me. When my sight returned I was in an wasteland. He stood before me, His presence terrifying and comforting at the same time.

I recall a deep, biting pain in my head and I heard a calm man's voice tell me why I was there. I was to be His...mate.

If anyone has any problems with Him...I could help.

I want to remain with him, I fear that I may love him, but at the same time, I know that he is too dangerous to be left alive.