Friday, December 30, 2011


Surprisingly quiet, and... uneventful. Which in itself worries me. I'm on edge, and incredibly pissed at myself.
I can't believe I let them get away with him. So very close. Right within my grasp, and....
I guess our next location is a big city in Illinois...We followed the tracks to the road, and have been walking that way since. Skan and I have been deciding if it's worth it to try and hitchhike to get there faster, but.....Hypnos has a history of killing anyone who crosses paths with his plans. Not sure if a ride is worth potentially getting some unsuspecting person killed.
We did manage to pick up some more ammo for the shotgun, though. We were running a bit low for my tastes...So we bought some off of some old farmer who's probably been stockpiling since the invention of the shotgun. At least if the proxies get him, he'll only be out a few years. With the way he was coughing, he's likely been smoking tobacco since birth anyway.
No sign of the Rake for a while, either. Skan tells me that the clawed bastard has been tied up with a friend of hers (Faustus, I think..). Props to him for trying to end The Rake's shit....too bad it didn't work. Better luck next time, I suppose.

Monday, December 5, 2011


Well. We found the shack......By pure, unholy luck. After nearly three whole fucking WEEKS of fruitless searching, dead ends, proxy phone-napping, and the Rake on our heels everywhere we look.

This morning around 6am, I awoke to the very strong smell of smoke. Rising from the forest about a half mile to the west was a thick column of black smoke. I shook Skan awake (which, for future reference to anyone who might come across a similar situation, is a bad will earn you a gun butt to the face) and, after holding my face in pain for a few moments, pointed at the smoke.
     "There is no way that's a coincidence, Skan. It's out in the middle of the godforsaken forest. There's no town there, right?"
 She stared at me blankly for a few moments, then her eyes got wide. "Our luck can't be that good. Can it?"
We took off in the direction of the smoke, as quickly and quietly as possible. The closer we got, the more....wrong.... the air felt. By the time the dilapidated (and now, burning) thing came into view, I wanted to throw myself on the ground and be sick. I heard shotgun shots from behind me...I spun to find Skan alternating between glaring daggers and popping off shells at a tree 30 yards away. The Rake. AGAIN. FUCKER.
I drew my sword and ran for the building. If Hawk was in there.......I had to get him. Had to. No choice. Those proxy fuckers better NOT have set him on fire.
I got closer and heard yelling and the screeching of car tires, but I couldn't see the front of the shack due to the amount of black smoke. It was so choking, I had to drop to my hands and knees to keep going. I felt Skan drop in behind me, trying to stifle a cough.
 We rounded the corner just in time to see a black bundle roughly thrown into the backseat of a black truck. It was moving and making angry muffled noises, until Hypnos hit it with his cane.
 They saw Skan and I then. Three proxies came running at us, faces half covered with bandannas to protect them from the smoke. Hypnos yelled something, and a woman with a screaming face mask (It's me, stupid little girl. Your detective skills are so poorly lacking. I thought you did this for a living?) jumped in the driver's seat. Squealing the tires, they took off with the bulk of their 'army'. And my Hawk. 
Howling in rage, I jumped at the three proxies. I cut one across the face before Skan grabbed me and said, "Eternity! No! They aren't worth it. Come on, if we stay here we're going to be crispy!" She pulled at my arm, desperately. I happened to notice the roof of the shack beginning to fall...With reluctance, I stumbled away with Skan pulling on me. It fell on one of the proxies. He screamed and went down among the rubble..the one I cut. He was grabbing his face when he fell.....
The other two ran.

And that's all I remember of that day. I woke up in a tent, with Skan sitting at the entrance, my sword on her lap and the gun right beside it. I got up and walked by her. Surprisingly she didn't stop me....I walked out to the camp perimeter and pulled out my knife. One long, slow cut. Another addition to the notebook.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011


FRUSTRATING. That is what the last two weeks have been. Some....proxy idiot...Stole my mobile. Skan and I had to track him down to get it back. We finally found him on a playground hiding in one of those tunnel things..What a place to hide, dumbass. Seriously. Anyway, after a very heated exchange of words and a kick to the head from Skan, he dropped the thing and ran off in the direction of a soccer field.

And WHAT DO I SEE OFF ON THE GRASS?? Our favorite faceless freak. UGH. Skan still doesn't see him. I grabber her arm and pointed, but all she said was "Yes, Eternity, grass is in fact green. What's the problem?" Noticing my look, though, we took off at a quick pace back into town.

We're looking for a shack in the woods.  A tiny, tree-covered, shack. And in case you don't know anything about this part of the country, it is COVERED in woods. We've tried the map trick again to no avail. All we have to go on is a slight clue provided by that proxy. It's within 7 miles of the Ohio/Indiana border. Helpful. Yet not, at the same time. That is a lot of ground to cover.

To make matters even more interesting, the Rake is still following us. I have had to take the shotgun away from Skan so as to prevent her from wasting all of our rounds on him. It's difficult to not want to unload clips after clip at the damn thing, it really is. It still seems to be doing its herding trick. Gets just close enough to freak us out, then pulls back and we won't see it for hours. Dammit. There it is again.


Thursday, October 13, 2011


The Rake, the Rake, the fucking RAKE. I am SO TEMPTED to devote my life to the study of KILLING THE DAMN THING. Ever since it caught us outside the wards, it has been furiously patrolling, and attempting to cross over on a regular basis. It was patrolling after the attack, but not like this. This is just unholy. Every time it sees myself or Skan, it rears up and does that horrid screeching thing. Goddamn otherworldly noise...

To make it worse, it picks at the wards almost...every time we see it. Like, it is doing it on purpose just to fuck with us. Skan, in particular. It will claw furiously at trees, rear up and screech, or just sit there and watch..Then it slowly makes its way at a ward, as if testing its power. It's always been repelled, but....
ITS SO UNNERVING. To watch it, I mean. The same feeling every time. Will it make it by this time? Will the wards fail, will it get used to them, so many questions with no answers...

In other news, The Faceless hasn't shown up again. And I keep dreaming about Hawk tied up in a dark room with a chain on the door.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

The woods

Skan and I started our hunt today. The first place the second beetle stopped on the map was just a few paces out into the woods, so that's where we decided to go first, just to see if they left clues behind.
This is the first time that I've put on all of my hunting equipment since Skan picked us up. I was reluctant at first...Images of an old life. But it's that old life that's going to help me get him back. So I put  on my black outfit, my boots, and strapped on my old, trusty swords. Both of them...Yes. I need to do this. I tucked the knives away, hid other miscellaneous gear, and stepped out into the living room to wait for Skan.

Oh, my god. The woman looks JUST like me, except in camo with a shotgun instead of swords. Well. All right then, let's do this.

We had also packed several pouches of rue, just in case we ran into the Rake. This is the first time in a while either of us had gone past the wards, and with the clawed one's recent feverish activity..Both of us are pretty paranoid people, which as an aside got me to thinking...What if we made a device that shot rue oil or something like it at the Rake...Sort of a destructive anti-Rake water gun apparatus? Hmm. Might have to consider that for later. When I have him back. Have to get him back.

The air changed on the other side of the wards...Out in the woods, things felt...oppressive. I think Skan felt it too. She looked as nervous as I did, if not more. We started in a clockwise direction and began a circuit of the house, eyes on the trees and the ground, searching for anything out of place. But the area seemed....It seemed TOO perfectly placed. No broken sticks, claw marks, displaced leaves, nothing.

Nothing until 4pm. That's when we stumbled across Hypnos' abandoned camp. It surprised me, actually. From the tracks and the layout lines, the camp was laid out in a typical military style, wasting no space..They had defenses set up as well. Stands in the trees, hidden holes..Did these people actually think we were going to attack them? Heh, I'm flattered Hypnos. Really, I am. I would have loved to.

And....wards? So that is how they kept the Rake at bay. They seemed to copy a lot of Skan's wardings, which slightly amused her, I think. They even hung up a few of our painted rock wards from the catapult after the assault. How touching. As we moved through the camp, Skan noticed a tent depression off in the far corner, barely inside the wards. The area bore little resemblance to the rest of the camp..Broken limbs, scratches in the trees, holes in the ground...  And a hastily buried piece of rope with a washer attached to the end. One from his necklace...So this is where they held him.

Oh shit. Is that...moving in the trees? Fuck it, we've been out too long. The Rake found us. Skan and I booked it back to the house, but it didn't seem interested in trying to rip our throats out this time. It was more like...Well, you know how a shepherd dog runs cattle? Like that. Strange. Discomforting, too, in a way.

The next spot on the map is a small town to the east. Skan says we can take a day or two trip with the car and check it out in a couple days.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

The conversation went a little like this.

Skan: So..How you going to know where to go? You've never been around here before...
Me: I'll find him. I have to find him.
Skan: I could help. Let me come with you.
Me: Hell no. If something happened to you...I'd hate myself forever.
Skan: I think I can take care of myself. You need someone to watch your back, and he's my friend as well.
Me: I'm not hearing it, woman.
Skan: I will duct tape your ass to a chair and beat you with a hose until you agree.
Me: .............
Skan: Yeah. I'll start packing.

So, Skan and I are going Hawk hunting. I'm afraid of what she'd do to me if I tried to leave without her.... And...I'm grateful for the company. We make a good team, I have to say. 

Hawk, if you read this somehow, we're going to find you.

Monday, September 26, 2011

It's real, the dream, we've decided....Oh god I wanted it to be a dream. I had Skan come downstairs and re-trace the dream with me step by step. She looked way uncomfortable playing the part of that girl, heh. When we got to the part where my head got smashed into the glass, I lowered my head and said, "Check. Please. Wounds, dried blood, bruising, anything."
 So she did...And...Oh god...Right where I remember my head hitting the glass..Several cuts and a large bruise. Skan actually stepped back and gaped at me for a bit...Then ran to the phone. I don't know who she called. I don't know anything anymore.

And then there is the matter of how that girl even got in here in the first place. Skan and I...We think that she might have used Curtis' body as a lure. To get us to do exactly as we did, and bring the body on our side of the wards. And somehow she was able to use that as a connection to get over here. Skan could probably explain it better than me.
We did scrape that screaming face from the windowsill though...We weren't sure if it was just a mark of her victory, or if it somehow allowed her access through that part of the house. We aren't taking chances. We sucked it up and burned Curtis' body just on the outside of the wards, towards the wetlands. It smelled awful even from a distance, but...If that's the way she got in, then it had to go.

Gah, that smell...
Hawk, please be alive. Please.
I will find you, somehow. Some way, I will find you.
I promise.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Involving dreams

First of all, yes Skan you can come downstairs and your life will not be in danger. I promise, that brick I threw this morning was not because of you drugging my ass.
I'm trying to keep my humor up. Trying not to dwell on letting Hawk out from under my grasp. Literally. I fell asleep holding him that night. :( I...

I had a dream, that I am starting to wonder...if it really was a dream or not. I think that it might have watching events sort of..half consciously somehow. I know I'm not making much sense right now, but..bear with me.

We were lying in bed, Hawk and I, hand in hand. I felt troubled, paranoid..Something compelled me to get up and go to the window. That's when I saw HIM. The Faceless inthetreesstaringjuststaring...He was intent on the house, looked like he was looking right back at the window. I cried out and stumbled back to bed, but...Hawk wasn't disturbed, so I decided not to wake him. That would have been cruel of me, yes?

And then she came into the room. The girl with no name, the one who nailed Curtis to the tree, that sadistic little bitch.. She knelt down at the bedside and whispered something into Hawk's ear, then caressed his face in some sort of shape...He woke up then. She smiled and stood up, held out her hand to him...I watched him take it and stand up, and follow her to the window.

Then...I stood up too, and tried to follow. She smiled again, more aggressively this time, and shook her head. "One at a time, plaything" she said. Next thing I knew, my head hit the window, twice. I fell to the floor, on my knees, leaning on the windowsill. Another smile. "A fitting place for you, little one, no more than you deserve. Sleep now."

I watched her lead Hawk by the hand out to the woods. I watched her take him to the trees, watched them both disappear. I woke up that morning with a hellish headache and..He was gone.

I'm going to go and check for real world wounds now...

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

FUCK. No. Nononono this isn't happening THIS IS NOT HAPPENING WHY. Hawk is gone, gonegoneI woke up this morning and he wasn't here and the window was broken...There was blood on the sill and blood on the ground below and ... Blood, HIS blood, Hawk....
I should have known Hypnos wouldn't give up Ishouldhaveknowntherewasanotherplan...I should have known when I saw HIM. The Faceless. I thought it was a dream but noitwasntadreamHEwasherelastnight.

No. I have to calm down. We'll find him, I'll find him, I have to find him. I'm going soon, I'm going to track them down, Hypnos YOU BASTARD YOU CANT HAVE HIM. YOU CANT HAVE HIM THE FACELESS CANT HAVE HIM HE IS MINE AND I WILL KILL YOU TO GET HIM BACK. 

I ran around the house this morning, hoping I was wrong. I woke Skan up in a panic after about 20 minutes of searching. We looked everywhere inside thehouse inside the wards. All we found was a mark on the window, HIS mark plus..something strange, something that looks like a screaming this kind of ::O. I cantthinkcantfocusGIVE HIM BACK I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT..

How did they get in here, how did they make him leave why wasnt there a struggle why didn't i wake up
urgh dear god im sleepy all of a 

Friday, September 16, 2011

Ladies and Gentlemen..

Skan is Insane. You may or may not already be aware of this. But...good lord woman. She risked her ass to go recover a body. 
For those of you who don't know, one of Hypnos' lackeys broke our peace treaty. She...kidnapped Hawk's friend Curtis and nailed him to a tree outside the wards. I hope that he was already dead when this happened. He didn't deserve this. He was a gruff old man, but he helped Hawk even if it meant greater risk of exposure to the proxies. He didn't so a damn thing to warrant dying like that. I hope it was as merciful for him as possible.
Hawk isn't taking it too well. He's not eating unless Skan or I forces it down his throat, he barely lies down to sleep..He denies that he's having nightmares, but...Sometimes at night, I will wake up and he's sitting upright, rocking back and forth, crying. I know he blames himself for Curtis's death. He has his own personal 'notebook' now..I'll let him talk about that, if he chooses. I wish there was something I could do. All I can do is sit by him and hold him...

And protect him the best I can from doing something stupid when that little bitch comes walking by with her hammer. Like she is doing right now.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

My own notebook

Hawk already told you most of that happened Friday night. Hypnos' minions attacked just as he said they would.
The ones that came for the back door didn't waste time trying to look for traps. They tried to barge right in, and as a result we have a new addition tied up to a chair in a side room. The others immediately attacked me. The first shot at me twice with a small handgun. One connected with my left arm, enough to make me scream in frustration. And then...I swung my sword at him. I was just reacting to being attacked, but my instincts.. I cut him across the neck, and he dropped. I didn't have time to check him. The other proxy set on me immediately. With a claymore that, in his hands, looked just like a normal broadsword. Damn, he was big. And very, very strong. I don't know how long the fight lasted. He swung so hard a few times that I was smashed against the back wall. I managed to maneuver him further out into the back, where there was more room for me to basically dodge him until he ran off, for some reason. Covered in blood, and I'm not quite sure whose, I ran back inside to check on Hawk and Skan.
Apparently, they were upstairs using the catapult without me. The rest of that night, I think, has already been stated. Battle-high, indeed...

After we'd calmed down a bit, I remembered the fallen proxy. When I went to check on him, he was dead. I didn't mean to kill him. I didn't want to...But I did. I have killed before, but it never bothered me to do so. Until then. The death of this proxy at my hands bothers me greatly.
I'm not going to say that it will never happen again, because it might happen again. I hope it doesn't have to happen again.

I have read of many different ways people remember those they have killed, or caused to be killed. Some wear necklaces, some write stories in a book. Pain is a better reminder for me. There is a cut on my left forearm now, a single small line that will become a scar. To remember. This is will be my notebook.

Friday, September 2, 2011







Come to us.

It's Friday

Well. Today is the day. Hypnos said he'd be coming today. And I swear, if you could cut tension with a blade, I'd swing my sword through the room and slice it. All of us look like we're preparing for the proxy apocalypse. Let's face it, we don't know how many people Hypnos has. It could be five, it could be fifty. He could not come at all, for all we know. He could do to us what others did to Mystery~Threatened them and then did nothing. For sport, I suppose.
Last night, we did a final run-through of everything. Today, we promised one another that we would try our best to just sit back and wait it out. We also talked a bit about what would happen if we were forced to deliver a kill-shot to defend ourselves. None of us want a loss of life for anyone, well, aside from Hypnos. I really wouldn't mind if I had a second chance at his throat. But for the others..Well. I've been convinced that not all of them are bloodthirsty mind-fuckers like him. We all agreed, though, that if they try to kill us first, we'll do what we have to to protect each other and ourselves. Quite an interesting trio we've become, I must say. Much like a small family in many ways. I've never had family before...
All right. Enough of that.
Skan and I are going to go woman-handle Hawk away from the window now. I don't quite think he realizes he's been sitting there for four hours.

Monday, August 22, 2011


Since the Rake's attack on that proxy, everything here has been eerily silent. There is no evidence of movement in the woods whatsoever. I haven't seen Hypnos standing at the edge of the wards, smirking at us. His proxies haven't been testing the boundaries. Hawk said that even his dreams are quiet in comparison to that mess with the box, and his family.  I myself have not had any dreams whatsoever in over a week-Just a terrible feeling of unease whenever I look at Hawk.
With the sudden quietness from our enemies, this has only increased. I am a bit concerned, though he seems to be in better spirits now than he was before. I've taken up his habit of staring out windows, pulling out my sword without realizing it..Come to think of it, I've started wearing it everywhere I go now. I don't recall when I started doing that...
Part of me wants to go scouting, to see if they are even still HERE. Or if they're cooking something up where was can't see them. The latter seems much more likely than the first.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011


You're killing me.
Let me explain. I was sitting across the room from a window, lost in thought about the many different ways I could kill Hypnos, when I heard a gunshot. I stood up and peeked out the window, trying to figure out where that shot came from and if I could see anyone hurt. I admit, my first though was that one of Hypnos' guys had taken a shot at Hawk or Skan. I was going to get pissed and go kick some ass. Or at the very least, shoot back.
Just as I was about to go grab a gun, I happened to look sideways a bit. And Skan just APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE. Understand, I have a 'punch first, ask questions when they wake up' policy. Good thing my reflexes are fast, otherwise my post would have been a lot more like this: "Well. I'm hiding in a cupboard, because I accidentally punched Skan in the face..." That would have not been so good for the continued good spirit in this house. ;)
I had no idea she could do that.
I think I know now.

 Speaking of someone who needs to get punched...Hawk. The first thing he did upon hearing about this was laugh at me. Jerk. As soon as you wake up, you're going down. xD

Monday, August 15, 2011

To all you proxies out there:

Mystery gave me the most wonderful of ideas today. Since you all seem to dislike one another or get pissed when someone else makes a move on your target, why don't you try this game. I've read that at least one of you likes games.
It's called Proxy Deathmatch. Here's how you play.
You seek out your fellow proxies and fight them to the death. The only rule being that your fellow proxy has to stay dead once you've killed him.
Last man standing gets all the targets.
Come on guys. You know you want to. It will be fun.

Sunday, August 14, 2011


Yeah. You. I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU. I saw you out there. You and your dumbass little minions. They should have left you in Hawk's house to fucking burn. Come closer. Come within gunshot range. I fucking dare you. There's a nice rifle sitting sight over there that I'd be glad to use to put a bullet straight between your useless eyes.
One thing though, dumbass. You see that white hunched over creature over on the other side of the yard? Yeah. Say hello to my little friend, the Rake. I'm sure he'd love to claw your throat out and mangle your corpse for trespassing.

I hope I get to watch.

Friday, August 12, 2011


I remember something now that I do not remember before.
I am not quite sure when this happened, but for some reason, I suddenly remembered it while commenting back to Skan on my previous post.

I completely pushed Hypnos out of my head, somehow. I remember being terrified, because it was the same dream that Hawk had been having. The dream about the man on the hilltop, beckoning with those scarred hands and smug smile. I saw him reach out his hand to me, and I...reacted. And then the dream abruptly ended, and I woke up with a headache.

It worries me that I can't recall the day this happened, but somehow remember it quite clearly now. Maybe I'm catching the paranoia from Hawk, but I am hoping allowing me to remember this isn't just another one of Hypnos' strange plots. But.. if there is any chance at re-creating what I did, it could be a huge breakthrough for us. If we find a way to block him out, then he is forced to give up or show up. And if he shows up, I will kill him.

Thursday, August 11, 2011


I really am no good at sitting and allowing someone to come after me and my friends. Now that I have had time to think instead of just be on the run...I am contemplating a way to go after Hypnos. He attacks us physically and mentally, and we do nothing but try to passively resist. Resistance techniques only go so far in my mind..After a while, to get rid of your enemy, you have to fight back. Hypnos doesn't seem like the type to become frustrated at resistance. He will just keep increasing his attack, getting closer to victory. Unless someone stops him before it's too late.
He's given us hints that he's weak. As far as I'm concerned, Hypnos is a child compared to some. He is still learning, just as we are. I am going to find a way to end the learning process for him. Permanently.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

The Rake

I got my first sighting of the creature tonight. Hawk has been asleep almost non-stop since we got here, but I could no longer be still, so I got up and went to have a bit of a look around close to where we passed out. I happened to look out into the distance and there it was. It didn't see me. It appeared to be too busy sniffing around, looking for something. That Possum thing, perhaps?

It is odd, but I am almost (and I do mean almost) glad of its presence. From what I hear of the Rake, it does not tolerate proxies in its area. That means Hypnos and his minions will have to try just a bit harder to reach us here. It won't stop him from trying to break into our dreams, but it might just stop him from walking in here and starting another fistfight from hell.

On a related note, the dream changed last night. It was a very short dream, but... Hawk was there. He was wearing a mask, standing over a body. Or what remains of one. I have no idea what it could mean, but..Any dream with Hawk in a mask is not good.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

No No No My Friends You Will Not Escape. I Have Worked Much Too Hard To See You Run Away From Me Now. Not When Plans Are So Close To Success.

If An Attempt To Run Is Made You Will Both Regret It. This Is My Only Warning.

~I Have Spoken~

Thursday, July 28, 2011

I thought I was going to die. I really did. I have never fought a person hand-to-hand like that. There was something all wrong about this fight though. Something making my arms and legs feel heavy and uncoordinated. It was very strange. I should have been able to take this crippled soldier, if not easily then at least more effectively than I did. Part of me wonders if HE was there and I just didn't notice?

That aside, I found myself able to stand up and walk a bit on my own today. I found a mirror in the basement and was shocked to see myself in this state...There are 'bandages', bruises and dried blood everywhere. I've got scraps of old t-shirt wrapped around my hand, arms and head. I look like an absolute wreck at the moment. And, I hate to say it, but I really need a shower. But since Hawk burned the house down, guess what we don't have? Oh well. The garden hose will have to do.

I think what he did was genius, personally. I admire the way he thinks under pressure. You're almost as good as me, Hawk. :) My one hope is that he burned that bastard, and maybe his friends too.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

It feels as if someone has dropped an anvil on my head, but I am awake now, for the time being anyway.
  I found Hawk. We found a way around the filter. You aren't very clever if you didn't see through that one. It was a last act of desperation, and I thought a feeble one at that. But it doesn't matter. You failed, you miserable bastard. I hope you enjoy the knife in the leg. It's only a taste of what you deserve. Pity I couldn't have stabbed the other leg though-Maybe then you'd need a wheelchair.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Daughter of the Night

No longer will I go by that 'title'. It is an old thing from an old life. I am no longer the hunter that hunts for the fun of causing others harm. That is entirely too close to what the Faceless does. I am now the hunted. I will use what I do to survive and to try to protect others from Him if I am called to do so. I am also reminded that this situation I am now in...I could have prevented it. There were warning signs, I had plenty of chances. Now it is too late. Now all that is left is to make the best of it.

As far as making the best of it goes. This morning when I awoke and saw the Faceless, I threw a knife at his head. Yes. I know that it will do no damage to Him. It might amuse Him, or it might make him angry. Who knows. But I had do do something besides sit here and be afraid. And it just so happened that I had an extra knife nearby. I rather like the idea of pranks and jokes and the like..Maybe this will become a more common occurrence.

I'm going to fight you, Faceless bastard.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Missing Time

I don't remember yesterday. I've tried. It seems like I (finally, may I add) fell asleep, and I woke up at the hour I usually do. Nothing was out of the ordinary until I went to find a place where I could check blogs and the like. I looked at the date, and it said '01 July'. That doesn't make any sense. The last time I looked at the date, which was YESTERDAY, it said '29 June'. I have no recollection of anything I did on the 30th. I did some research and pieced together a few things, which all seem like fairly normal everyday activities. There are two wide gaps, however, where there is no evidence whatsoever of what sort of things I may have done.

I'm hoping I'm just sleep deprived from seeing entirely too much of Him.

Speaking of Him. There He is again.

Leave me alone you faceless bastard.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Getting a Bit Worried

Worried. Not a word I typically use often. But, it is true, I am worried.  I have seen the Faceless at least six times today, and he is most definitely watching me. There is no other around, of that I am sure. I made a stop for breakfast, he was there. Again, when I stopped to examine tracks, he was there. Repeat this four more times throughout the course of the day. Even right now as I type, I can see him. It appears that no one else sees him though. Someone walked right by him a moment ago and..nothing. It's like to them, he does not even exist.

Another thing-Hawk's tracks seem to have been obscured somehow. All traces of him have just......vanished. I went to his campsite shortly after the police had left. (Yes, I did go back. What easier way to find traces of my prey?) It looked like nothing had been in the area for years. There we no footprints, no broken grass, no displaced rocks, no marks from where his boat entered or exited the river. Nothing. There is no way he has suddenly become that good at obscuring tracks. I myself am not that good at obscuring tracks. He would have missed something. He always misses something. I am being blocked from tracking him. I believe I can still read his blogs though...Hawk, I would like you to do an experiment for me. Post the location of a place you have been since the police incident. Any place. I want to see if words are also being blocked..

The Faceless is intensifying his attack.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Missing//A Body in the River//Another Encounter

I have had to abandon the area. The local police are combing the town and its woods and waterways looking for a missing person. And a suspected killer.  The missing person was last seen three nights ago, walking into the woods in the dead of night. The witness said he looked like he was sleepwalking. And then the witness was found dead a day later, drowned in the river. Foul play is obviously suspected, though no one has seen or has any leads on who may be responsible.

Now, if this is a coincidence, I will eat Hawk's knife- I saw the Faceless twice within the same 24 hour period. Once, just hours before the first person went missing, at dusk. He was in the trees, watching something. He gave no sign that he noticed me at all, and when I looked elsewhere and then looked back, he had gone. The second time, he might have seen me..I was walking outside of town on the abandoned rail track, two hours after the witness was announced dead. He was there in the shadow of an outbuilding, watching the track...I dove into a culvert for cover, but just as I went down, I saw him turn. I'm still here, in the muddy, wet culvert. The Faceless is still there, watching. I'm not sure if he's watching for something to happen, or watching now for me. In either case, I'm not coming out until he goes somewhere else.

Hawk, if you haven't left, I would suggest that you do so quickly. Here may be your chance to escape me and start the game over again. Choose where you go wisely.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Was I Wrong?

I was.. wrong... to seek the Faceless. He truly frightens me, though I have seen nothing of him since that night. Just looking at him I was drawn in. I admit, he had me. If it were not for Hawk, I..No. No. I was unprepared for him-For whatever it is that he does that lures people in. I will do my best to never let that sort of thing happen again. Running into him again scares me, however I still admit curiosity. Can I do better next time? Because there will be a next time, I am sure. I highly doubt that the Faceless will take kindly to me robbing him of Hawk.

Oh good, there is my drink...I usually do not go for Starbucks coffee, but it will do for now. I can't get too far away from my target now can I? Hehehe..The server looks a bit put off by the knife sitting on the table. Oh how I love that look :)

Thursday, June 23, 2011

I have been rethinking my strategy somewhat. Black Hawk, that night at the water will never be repeated. Ever. Words cannot suffice for..No. You are mine now. Not his. I will rip the prey from the Faceless' grasp. I was wrong to seek him through you. But now I seek to beat him to you. This is a race, and I plan to win it. Scared?

Friday, June 3, 2011

I Have Seen

I have beheld the Black King, the Faceless. And I am afraid. I see why they run. I see why they cower. I see how He can drive one to insanity. It was a brief, yet lasting, encounter. I had gone down to the shore to taunt Black Hawk, to play with his mind. I admit, I had let my guard down. I did not expect Him to show Himself that night. Our conversation was short, interrupted by Him emerging from the Darkness. I see why they call him a King. Regal. Terrifying. I have never before seen anything so worthy of Fear in my entire life. I felt helpless against Him. I could not run, I could not hide. I wanted to flee. I do not know what stopped me. I want to run and never stop running. And yet, I wish to behold Him again. I wish to see if I feel the same terror as I did before. Am I insane? Maybe I am. Something about Him draws me. And I do not know whether to fight or to submit.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Black Hawk

I can still see you, you know. Even when you think I cannot. Do you believe that I shun the water as the Faceless does? Do not be so stupid. Check your bag, Black Hawk, and tell me what it is you see.

I do wonder, though.Why is it that every time the Faceless chooses to appear to you, I am not there? I am always otherwise occupied. You should feel honored, Hawk. I have now dropped or finished all of my other hunts to concentrate on you. This is a rare occasion. Shall we celebrate? Perhaps I shall come to visit you when you are awake this time.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

I Can See You

Sitting just out of reach of the firelight, sharpening your knife...It is a beautiful blade, by the way. Wherever did you find a masterpiece such as that? Would it hurt your feelings if I took it from you? Perhaps we shall see.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Let Him Come

Black Hawk, my dear victim, has a point, I admit. I have never beheld the Faceless. I have never been hunted by any who are worthy of the hunt. Those who try end up being dinner for my blades. Therefore I say this: Let Him Come. They say he is a true hunter, a true terror. Others say the same of me. I say again: Let Him Come. Then I might see for myself whether or not the legends ring true, or if people are once again fearing for nothing.

Monday, May 23, 2011

A Sower of Chaos

I do so love Fear..Its scent is intoxicating. Whether or not I cause the fear is almost irrelevant, though I will admit there is a certain savor to fear of which I am the cause of. To see cornered prey panic..If this Slender Man was human, I could almost understand why he hunts as he does.
This may come as a slight surprise, but I do not often begin a hunt with the intent to kill. Granted, many chases do end that way. Sometimes, it is a shame they had to die. Sometimes, it is the natural course of events. Other times it is merely another game, a way to begin another hunt.And in some cases I will chase for months, in a few cases, years, because the target is so amusing. And because they have proved their worth, they earn their life, free of me. But never free of the imprint on their very souls...

I Am

I suppose that the proper way to begin any blog is to introduce yourself.  I am Eternity, the Daughter of the Night. I am an assassin of sorts when it suits me, a nightmare in the Shadows..I will not say fear me, because my deeds will speak for themselves. I enjoy the thrill of the hunt, whether it be easy targets or more difficult ones.  It matters not. I do not fear any thing that walks this earth, be it man or otherwise. Nor do I fear Death. He and I are close friends. I have given him many offerings, and he has passed me by many times in return.

As for the purpose of this blog: I have heard of this Slender Man, this otherworldy abomination who brings Madness, Pain and Death to his prey. I will say that if the stories are true, then I respect, perhaps admire, his ability to do so. I have not yet seen him or any of those associated with him. But I must say, some of those involved seem like good prey, a true challenge or just a fun game to or no blog it makes no difference to me. I wonder if he would mind me killing some of his dinner, or some of his followers perhaps?