Slenderverse[creepypasta] Encounters and Research

ENTRY #16: DAILY TERRORS

Now...I wasn't sure if I wanted to write an entry about this, especially since it's been going on for a while now, and I figured it wasn't a big deal at first. But then it escalated and I realized that it could have something to do with Slender and them. Afterall, it has been happening ever since stuff started to hit the fan. I suppose I should start explaining then.

It all started a couple years ago, when a lot of my stuff started to go missing. I would simply leave it in a place[where I always typically leave it], and then it would just randomly disappear. Sometimes I wouldn't find it, and other times I would get lucky, and the item would appear in the same place I left it days later. The stuff that went missing would range from small things like the bones I collect, or perhaps shirts, but then it would escalate to my used razors[or new razors even], personal journals[some involved creepypastas], and possibly even important paperwork. I ignored this at first though, I mean, afterall I could've just misplaced it and forgot about it, ya never know.

Then there was a moment when my family and I had came home after a small vacation, only for me to find my door wide open, and my desk completely trashed. The funny part bout that is that I cleaned my desk before leaving, as having a messy desk bothers me a lot. It almost looked like they were looking for something, as papers and notebooks were sprawled out. It did take me a moment to realize that one of my journals went missing. A very personal one. I eventually did find it weeks later in my room on my bed, so that's good.

Then...things got worse. But we won't get into the too bad ones yet, I wanna take this slow compared to the other entries as I want to explain it better. Afterall it's better to perfect it then to rush it.

My mother had eventually decided to install cameras at a time, but that didn't go as planned, as the cameras stopped working after a month, not even. This was strange to me because the cameras were brand new and nothing should've been wrong with them. We even got my gramps to look at the cameras[he knows technology a lot as weird as that is], and he couldn't fix them.

Though...the cameras were the least of my worries as shit started to even break on its own. I think the one that caught me off guard the most was when I was outside and I was near a glass table, and then suddenly BOOM, it shatters out of nowhere. I'm not kidding, it just completely burst into pieces. My mother even saw it. I was definitely not prepared to clean up chunks of glass that evening. Then again...I wasn't prepared for that incident at all.

And now...this is where the calls started. You know when you get an occasional call from a scam caller, and sometimes it'll be restricted? Also not to mention, it'll typically be a different restricted number when it comes to scam calls. Usually, and I'm not saying all the time, but USUALLY you won't get the same phone call from a scam caller in the same year after a while has passed. I don't know about your phones, but mine allows me to see if it's a different restricted number or not. May I also include that restricted numbers mean that they don't want you to see their number. They make it to where you can't see it for whatever strange reason.

The reason why I'm talking about this is because a couple years back I started getting a phone call from the same restricted number daily, and I still am to this day. There's never a pattern in their calls, and they typically call more than once a day. There had been a time where I answered their phone call, but my brother was acting up so I could hardly hear them. I knew someone was there cause I could hear breathing. I did talk, or attempted to because I hung up a few seconds later due to my brother. And even after hearing my voice, they still keep calling, so clearly it's not the wrong number. Every time I think they finally gave up, they end up calling minutes later.

The calls were only part of it though. There would be nights where I'd wake up to the front door being left wide open at like 6 in the morning. No one is ever awake at that time, only me. I remember one time when my mother decided to leave to go to the store, and I was really tired so I checked to make sure the front door was locked, and passed out on the couch. After I had woken up, my mother was back with food[yay!] Though...it's the question she asked that caught my attention. She asked me if I had left the front door open. I obviously said 'no'. Turns out that when she got home the door was wide open.

What makes these moments even more strange is that in the middle of the night or even when I'm alone, I'll hear someone tapping on my bedroom window. I'll even hear someone walk around my home at times. Like ya know the crunch of leaves when someone steps on them? That's what I hear, along with people whispering. My dog would even bark at those noises at night which really got me to start wondering what was going on.

I didn't start to worry too much about these events, till I would hear someone following me when walking home alone. I would hear someone's footsteps behind me, though when I looked no one would be there. There'd be times when I would see someone dash quickly from tree to tree. Obviously they would be too fast for me to catch a glimpse of properly but still. I thought that perhaps it was my imagination, but I would be with my a family member while walking sometimes and we would both hear footsteps or see the same car follow us almost the whole way home.

After those events, I've been moving a lot more and changing locks frequently. I've resulted in staying in hotels as well with my mother. Though...that's what things got REALLY, REALLY worse.

This typically happened late at night, I would wake up to the doorknobs rattling rapidly and someone knocking the door. Eventually the knocking would turn into pounding and my dog would bark up a storm. I thought that if I started staying in hotel rooms then it would stop, it didn't stop. The same thing would happen, doorknobs rattling, pounding, all that crazy stuff...my mother even woke up to those noises and would even be startled. Nothing helped. No matter where I went, the harassment would continue.

The reason why I think these things are connected with Slender is because it only started happening when I first noticed Slender was around and following me. I even started to find proxy symbols carved into areas in my home, and blood spilled on places.

I'm not exactly sure what will happen but hopefully everything will be fine. Well..that's all for this entry, I hope you all have a wonderful night, try to stay safe, it's a crazy world out there.