Dear Stranger

He's Here

11/11/99

Dear Stranger,

I can't do this any longer. I'm lost, I can't find where I am on any map. I know that thing is watching me. He's also been in my dreams, Dear Stranger. I never told you this 'till now. Every time I sleep, everything is still. When I fall asleep, my dreams are always the same. I'm in these woods, with a flashlight that's about to die. It flickers. Slenderman appears in front of me. The light dies and all I can hear are his whispers. After, one of his tentacles impales my torso. I woke up.

I was reading some papers I found, a few days ago, from that small building with the tapes. Slenderman is like a virus. If one person carries his virus, he can spread to the carrier's friends and family. Unless the carrier is dead or never seen again. Why am I telling you this, Dear Stranger? I think I need to kill myself.

I can feel my mind slipping away from me. He's close. I know it. I've been thinking about what I said. At this point, I think I'm beyond saving. I threw my phone away, so nobody could contact me and talk me out of this. I never thought I'd be in this situation, but what choice do I have? I can't go back home when I have this thing after me. I can't let Slenderman infect more people. Dear Stranger, thank you for listening to my story. I'm afraid it has to end here. Death's inevitable now.

Remember when I said it had to end here? He's here again. He took anything I could harm myself with. I can't even die. He's going to kill me.

His words assure me I'll be alright. He told me I'm okay. Don't look for me, Dear Stranger. I'm going home.

Odin Valeska