My name is li Mae. Im a freshman in highschool.
My ambitions have gone to dust, and my sense of reality and imagination have blurred.
Friday, November 10th, 2022 I saw the slenderman
He didn't look like the pictures. He was a bit taller than 7 foot and more creme colour than white. He stood there behind the fence at the basketball court.
He's taunting me. Taunting the one that failed miserably to find him. I felt so scared, so terrified. Mrs. Stefanic sent me outside to take a breath because i was hyperventilating.
I've been tossing and turning all night since friday. He's probably watching me write this. I can't breathe. 1:07 AM November 13
I had to read my journal entries to remember what had occurred those years ago. I don't know how to handle my anxiety and paranoia. I remember recovering from my sickness after a trip to the hospital. I remember getting my grades up and building a reputation for myself. Does he think it's funny to just enter my life again and tear down my hard work? I cant see what im writing because of my tears of hysteria
Im shaking as i write. There's tapping on my wind ow d
edit: 3:12 AM
Don't cry
My environments have been switching from playgrounds to swimming pools to classrooms. All in which a pungent, vile smell of blood stains the walls and ground. The sky turns purple as hysterical laughter rings loudly through my ears. I'm suffocating in concrete but climb out to find a nighttime city environment. In front of me is a bar. I try not to cry and the same laughter is now chanting "dont cry dont cry dont cry" but i cant help it. I run into the bar holding my head. Everyone in the bar is headless. I feel helpless. One man who has beautiful grey eyes looks at me and heads out of the bar through the back. I fall to my knees crying as im surrounded by the madness of my imagination. i wake up crying
Its 3:29 now. Im scared to go back to sleep. I'm being watched
My youthful optimism is gone. I'm in danger
