The Present Circumstances

It's been a long time blogosphere.  Some of you probably figured you'd never hear from me here again.  It's been a long time, and there's a lot to discuss.  There's some footage from New York you probably ought to see, but I'm waiting to upload it until the heat is off and I've some distance between myself and a certain other location.

On December 22nd, an unknown party uploaded The Broken Masquerade, a video composed of various footage I destroyed in October.  The video speaks for itself... assuming you have some brain cells and an iota of reasoning to put 2 and 2 together and not get 5.  Judging from the last frame of the video (as attached) it was this same "Herald" who helped himself to my Twitter back in November to dispense cryptic bullshit.

As soon as I saw that video, I realized my cover was unsalvageable.  But as soon as I say that, you realize the problem.  If I work for Him, why would someone else working for him go to such lengths to expose me?  Well, best as I can tell, "Herald" is unaffiliated with Him.  Which begs the question, who is he, how is he doing these things, and why?

Then there was a completely unrelated spam-bot attack.  Just goes to show that can happen to any one.

In the intervening time, I've been pursing as many leads and sources as I could to learn information about "Herald"... sources on both sides of the line.  A couple of his followers who assisted me by obligation, and a couple of you who were clearly oblivious to my betrayl.  And there were a lot of you who were oblivious: judging from how many private messages and @mentions I kept getting from people who weren't paying attention.

And today, I learned about what transpired last night, in TribeTwelve live stream.  Now whatever the Observer is up to with his charge is none of my business, but it seems my twitter account was logged into Stickam while things went down.  Someone else fairly oblivious to my true alignment noticed "me" acting strangely and called him on it.  And I'm told he declared "Thus spoke the Herald" before leaving the chat and leaving a tweet for good measure.

Whoever this is, he clearly has access to some means of breaking my passwords, so I'm not going to bother changing it.  Any further communication from him is just more clues for me, so I encourage further intrusions.  If any of you know anything about "Herald", squeal, and I'll put in a good word.

Expect a video in the next week or so concerning what went down in New York.


I don't do this for evulz.  But sometimes you people make me want to.


More on that at a later date.



Written - July 21st 3:30 AM

By the time any of you see this message, I don't even know which state I'll be in.  After seeing that footage last night posted by MyDarkJournal, I've determined a new course of action is required.

If I myself am compromised, I can't stay here.  Not around normal people.  Not putting them in danger.  My only remaining option is to go deeper.  It's the runner's life for me.

I'm not stopping my research.  I took with me my laptop, my camera, what I need to continue it.  I still have use of the car the PTC sent me out with, though all things considered, I can't use that long, as they'll certainly be along to reposes it and kill me as soon as they catch wind of this.  But it'll be a start.  So the plan is to keep moving.  Get up high where possible.  See if I can link up with anyone who'll still give me a chance and try to be of some help.

To Morgan - I left a letter in your mailbox apologizing already, so I won't repeat it here.  You've been a true friend all these years, and I thank you for that.  If for some reason you need to reach me, or if ANYTHING starts happening, you post here and let me know.  The new password is the name of that fan-fiction you helped me write in middle school.  You know the one.

To Mike - I haven't known you as long, but you seem like a good guy.  Take care of her and best of luck to you both.

To my Mother - I'm sorry about all of this.  I never wanted this for anyone, but I can't change the past.  The story I told you... the first one... is entirely true, which is why you must forget it.  I will call you when I can, but I can't come back.  I still love you.

To my Father - Doubt you're reading, but, I have nothing else to say to you.  I was missing two months, and then came back for two months, and you never even called me once.  Not even a single sign of concern.  China or not, I would have at least expected some contact.  Your job was always the most important.  I suspect this development will have little meaning to you.  Which is why I've liberated a few grand from your savings to fund my first few months on the run.  Thanks.

To the truth seekers - I ask that you please continue to keep watch.  Protect yourselves, and if I later prove to be compromised, there is something I must ask of you...


Fresh Investigators Who Ought to Turn Back

The therapy thing got moved around... they moved me to Mondays instead.  I'll be putting up a bit of our first conversation in a bit... smuggled in a recording device since my memory has never been that great.  But first...

Recently got a tip-off from one of my contacts about this blog.  I thought the case of What You Are In The Dark was closed.  I had stopped paying attention, and somehow these escaped my notice in the feed.

Derek.  I don't know why Reach would willingly attempt to pass his haunting on to you... I know you believe it was a work of fiction inherent to his delusions.  Good.  Keep thinking that.  But stop trying to prove it because you may not be able to and in the process, you're trying your own noose.

Different subject, same message.  Whoever currently controls BeyondTheNeon, whether it's a possessed Issac or someone else, you've caught their attention.  I'm not sure how deep you're in yet.  You might be able to turn back, but know that if you continue to search for Issac you're own safety is not guaranteed.

What I've seen with Mike and Morgan has verified for me something that I and some others have suspected for a while.  If you're firmly grounded in the idea... the idea that this isn't real, that HE isn't real... he can't touch you.  That ignorance card I mentioned some time ago IS a viable option.  It's too late for me.  It's too late for a lot of you.  They... they still have a chance.  So you two... I implore you, put it out of your mind.  You're lives will be better and longer for it.


Status: Better than expected

First, let me apologize for my absence for the last week or so.  Things were happening very quickly and this is the first time I was able to get back online since then.

First things first.  My parents.  They're OK.  My mother turned up on June 27th... she'd been out of town staying with my grandparents, and hadn't been experiencing any paranormal activity at all.  My father, is evidently still on his business trip in China he left on in April, has had his trip home delayed several times but is otherwise fine.

So while they're both alive... they're both very distraught over the time I was missing.  Don't know about my father's thoughts on it, but my mother is convinced I'm either mentally ill or lying about where I was and what I was doing.  Morgan did show her compileTRUTH and this blog and I honestly don't know what to tell her.  Even to lie to her and say I was off doing something horrible is preferable to the alternative of the truth in this situation.  And don't even get me started on what I had to do to explain that car the PTC provided.  Like Morgan and Mike, both my parents are firmly grounded in the idea that all of this is fictional, and I think that might be why they're safe for now.

For the time being, I've agreed to go see a therapist for... "this".  Whatever "this" means.  Today was the first day since then she's let me out of her sight long enough to use the computer.  Seems there's been some major movement on cases during that time I need to catch up on. When no one else is around of course.

Today... I'm trying to figure out what to do about Mike and Morgan.  What they did... they meant well.  They didn't meant to expose my family to danger.  I hold no grudge against them.  But the next time we see each other will be awkward to say the least.

The therapy sessions start Tuesday.  For now, I'm just going to sit here with my evil detecting dog and see what kinda shit Jay's gotten himself into now.

Stay safe truth seekers.

- Dr. Cairo



She's a friend of mine from high school.  Moved away to Alabama our senior year.  Got an e-mail today.  She's back in Ohio, and some idiot put her through all of Marble Hornets as a practical joke.  And now, she's having activity around her.


To be completely honest, she's been mailing me for the past few months.  We kept in contact after she moved, but since I started distancing myself from everyone when this started I'd been communicating with her less frequently.  Same for all my old friends.  I thought that would help keep them out of it.  Seems I was wrong.

I had seen her messages grow slowly more upset when I went through the month worth of them where I was missing.  I never replied back to her once I was here. Thought it would be best on everyone's part if they thought I was dead or something.  They'd be upset, but that's better than the alternative.  Today's e-mail was the first to mention anything Slender-related... I guess about a week ago someone showed it to her and it really freaked her out.   It could just be nothing and it's her own paranoia, or she's just yet another victim for Him.  I'm not a betting man.  And even if I was I wouldn't put any money on the prior.  Not after what we've all seen.  And yet if the latter is true... my presence could agitate the situation, and it's not like I'd actually be able to protect her if I went.  We're both equally weak and strength in numbers doesn't really apply.  Even if I was to try and go meet her, I'm under protective custody.  Not sure they'll let me just walk out of here.

I haven't even sent her a message back yet.  I'm not sure if I should.



I've been here a month now.  I still can't quite get used to it.

And I apologize for my inactivity since then.  Concentrating around here has been... difficult.  The interrogation following my arrival at the PTC was... I'm not really allowed to say, but I think my pain tolerance threshold gained a few levels.  The limp is almost gone now.

I spent probably the first week or so just resting and trying to rebuild my mental stamina.  The PTC went back to the college and recovered some of my belongings like my laptop.  Put it through the wringer on analysis looking for evidence that I may have been a proxy... the only thing on there I was guilty of was some pirated media and some really, really bad fan fiction from freshman year.   Anyway, I finished up the then work in progress Compilation - Dreams in Darkness Part 5, but since then I've been unable to focus on anything.

Not for lack of trying.  There's just been plenty of interesting stuff around here and plenty of time to think.  It feels safer here than at the school... I know that HE can get anywhere, and I've certainly gotten that bad feeling from time to time like I'm being watched, but I'm reasonably certain Benefactor and the like can't get in here.  And I've been thinking long and hard about Benefactor too, but more on that later.

I've not necessarily been under lock and key... I've got access to most of the unrestricted parts of the facility, and have been out of it a few times.  It's dependent on where the off-duty personnel are going for their leisure time, but I've been permitted to tag along a few times.  Good to get my mind off things.  Can't tell you WHERE without giving the location away, but there's been some interesting sights.

On base, I spent some time in the science wing but I was quickly banned from there.  Goggles got a bit annoyed with all my questions about Tablet and PATCH.  That or it was all the Skynet jokes.  Other major on base happenings... well...

Week 2 they brought me out to witness a proxy execution.  Not entirely sure why... unless they were still suspicious of me and trying to intimidate me.  It was... not a clean execution.  Six or seven proxies, eight men firing squad style, but with automatic weapons.  Then the janitor is called.  I still cringe as I type this.

And then earlier this week, I bore witness to one of the famed PTC funerals, for two of the men killed in Operation Big Game Hunting. Not as funny as we were led to believe.  You've probably never seen what a hand grenade does to a cadaver.  I have.  I wish I hadn't.  At least I'm prepared if I ever find the body of a Slender victim.  Slightly less gruesome possibly.

And thank god I was in my room on Monday morning when the base got attacked.  I just hid under the bed.  Not ashamed of that, people out there trying to kill each other with automatic weapons and all, and I'm just a college student who's completely out of place here.

I'm not sure what's going on with Benefactor.  Either he stopped paying attention when he thought I was dead and hasn't noticed that I'm back, or something happened to him.  If he was dead that would solve a lot of problems, but somehow I doubt it, unless he was one of those proxies who got plastered on the wall at the execution area.  He may be waiting for something.  I don't know.  I just know he's got a lot to answer for.


Found Him

We picked up Dr. Zelphest yesterday after he contacted us looking for help.  You may have seen the updates to his Youtube channel:

I'd be lying if I told you I had the slightest clue what's going on here. Woke up in a park about 30 minutes ago. My phone says is May 13... last time I checked it was April 12. 
I just got to a library to try and contact someone and I'm locked out of my Twitter and my Blog. Looks like Benefactor did some major damage to my credibility before Specter could lock him out. I swear to god everyone, none of it is true. What reason has he given ANY of you to believe it? 
Trying to get my bearings, figure out what the hell happened... where I am... where I'm going next. Obviously I don't wanna go home or back to the school. I have to make a call. I'll try and post again before night's end.
We picked him up in a little suburban town about a hundred miles from his last known location.  We've been interrogating him ever since and he's stuck to that story.  When we got him he was clean shaven and in relatively fresh clothes.  It's unusual for anyone to turn up like that after going missing.

We'll be done later tonight.  If he cracks and turns out to be on the wrong side, we've discussed what happens.  If he checks out innocent, he'll need a day or two to recuperate from the interrogation, but then we'll pass the reigns back to him and let him resume his research.  Regardless, we'll be keeping a much closer watch for everyone's sake.  Best case scenario, he'll be back to his compilation videos next week.

- Specter