Hello. My name is Gray. It’s not really, but I’ve been taught to not
give away personal information on the internet, so you guys can call
me that. It’s an old nickname, not a pleasant one, but I’ve
gotten over it. I'm here, fleeing to the internet because I have
recently discovered that something I thought was a dumb story is not
actually a story. In fact, I bet He is outside my window right now. That’d be just my luck.
I don’t want to open the blinds to check.
Trust me, I put the whole experience down as a psychotic episode at first too, but I happened to have seen some….evidence that left me quite ready to believe. And so even though I don’t trust my own mind anymore, I do believe that I really saw Him. And that He will kill me. It’s hard even for my mind to come up with a hallucination that bone-chillingly terrifying. Trust me, my mind has tried.
I was introduced (ha, funny word. Funny word that does not at all explain the situation.) to this whole Slenderman concept about a month back, while I was in a Hospital. The boy who “introduced” it to me is no longer here. But I don’t want to get into that. I’m sure I’ll tell Graham’s story on here at some point, but not now. Unless I die, in which case you will all be left unfulfilled.
Who
am I kidding, no one cares what I’m putting up here. I am joining
the ranks of these bloggers I found as a desperate attempt to leave
something behind in my meaningless and now soon to be brief
existence. I’m pathetic.
But writing distracts me from the hellhole that is life, so blogging it is. I’ve never been much good at talking to people. Please, feel free to ignore me. I will likely mean nothing to you. Or to anyone in the long run. It’s fine though, cause I’ll be gone soon. Like smoke. Like gray smoke.
