The journal of odd occurences

The beginning.

Welcome to this wretched journal. Where must I begin? Ah, yes. At the very beginning. And I mean the very, very beginning. Before Wolf ever came to be involved.

As some of you may know, I came to have another journal exactly 3 months ago. Why did I create it at all? Not just due to simplistic curiosity; but because I wished to take matters into my own hands. I experienced something unexplainable 5 years ago. To recall all the events would take several chapters in itself, so I will only do so for the most important ones.

It all began when I moved. I moved to Canada from a third-world country. Everything appeared to be going just swell; until one fateful evening, as I was biking with my parents, I found myself lost and alone. My parents nowhere in sight. At that time, I was terribly frightened of housepets such as cats or dogs. To my dismay, as I was walking, I came across a small dog. With the utmost boldness, I decided to pass on by. Yet the dog growled, and began to chase me. Screaming for help, I ran around the disheveled dog owner. He did nothing to stop this, mind you. I ran until a man appeared out of nowhere. He was eerily tall, and wore a suit. I could not see his face, for his back was to me. The dog froze in its' place and whimpered, backing away. The owner didn't appear to take notice of the man, which I found odd. They both went away. When I turned to the man, trying to make it known to him I was thankful (I knew no English during this time) he had mysteriously disappeared. I glanced all around me. The street was deserted. There was no way he could have walked away. I would have seen it.

A year or so later, I came across what was known as "Creepypasta". I only read one story, however. Jeffs'. At night, of course, I dreamt of him. And yet this strange, gloomy and run down mansion was involved. With the tallest, most terrifying entity I have ever come across. It had tentacles. When I recorded down this dream, I described it as "a giant tentacle monster" whom now I've come to know as the infamous Slenderman. Why did all of this occur? How, most importantly? This, my friends, was the very reason I began my journal. Dreams continued to haunt me every time I attempted to move on. Something called me to investigate further. And so I did. 

Due to that very journal, I got a private message from an individual claiming to associate with Wolf. At the time, curiosity got the best of me. She recommended that I do not message any of Them. She explained whom they were. Yet I was bold enough to do so. I messaged Wolf. He was generous enough to respond. I asked him questions and he responded. I do not know when things began to take another turn. I do not know why. And no, I will not give you his account. The majority of you will be children. He does not need that on his plate. Nevertheless, I was asking questions as usual. And yet suddenly he addressed me. I knew something was different instantly. I grew slightly anxious. Yet, I knew I was not in trouble. He had addressed me by my name, not "piglet". Whenever an individual is the cause for his irritation, he calls them Pigs. Or sheep, it does depend truly. Quite natural to be a bit anxious, especially with his intimidating nature. He had given me no reason to be truly afraid, however. And (I believe so, at least,) I had given him no real reason to show his wrath. It was a calm, often pleasant conversation. Yet out of nowhere, everything changed. I woke up to him addressing me. He seemed a bit irritated, so I assumed it had been due to my late response. There is something I feel I should point here here, so I shall.

Before They had discovered my terribly old journal, the first few days I had begun speaking to him, I had a dream. Wolf had been messaging me over and over, getting angrier with each message. At one point, he even spoke in all caps. He was furious. Slowly, I apologised and responded to him that I had been asleep. All the wrath was gone in a second. He thanked me for my honesty. He had been messaging me about a dinner of some sort with a girl. Mary? Mia? Something of the sort. I had missed it, and that had made him angry. There was a terrible knock at the door, and someone pulled me out of the house. I didn't recognise the man which stood in front of me. Yet there was something eerily familiar about him. He never spoke. In the blink of an eye, I stood on a grassy hill in front of a building. Was it a school? I couldn't tell. There was a fence all around it. And then I was inside a house. People gathered around a table, eating? I cannot recall very well. I knew the man had taken me there. Yet I could not see him anywhere. A woman worked in an electronics shop. She had gotten something from the shop she worked in for the "family" as she addressed them. Then it sort of clicked. 

That dream was very similar to what occured today. At least, the part with the messages. Wolf had something planned, and yet I had been asleep. The dream foretold this event taking place. After this dream, more and more followed. Such strange things they were. I never saw him in person in the dreams, even if I had seen his pictures. It was always messages. The only time was when he had come to my home, sitting on the sofa and chattering away with the others. I messaged him on the phone when I was just sitting opposite him. He seemed amused when he answered, as if he knew it was me sitting in front of him. Yet he never spared me a glance. In the dream, my balance began to deplete. Everything was swaying and blurry. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear. Hands steadied me when I was falling over. It was as if I was as light as a feather. I was as light as a feather. The house changed completely.

In the airplane, when I was on my way to visit family, I had dreams about him nonstop. Every single time I fell asleep. Each different, and each of him messaging me. One was of a girl telling me: "Wolf has gotten Mia." Of course I didn't understand what that could have meant. I still do not. 

The night that I fell asleep, when Wolf had messaged me regarding his plan, I had another dream. Quite a long one. A man was chasing me. I was not afraid, somehow. He seemed like a living shadow; everything was dark and floating. He had no face. He had a face before he had begun chasing me. Yet I do not recall what occured before. I hid behind a counter, but I put in no real effort to hide. I saw his legs stepping towards me. And suddenly I was getting pulled up by my arms. This is all I remember. The dream was much, much longer. I'm sure.

This chapter has reached its' end. I do hope you have discovered something interesting out of this. This will be to record the rest of my experiences. I've no doubt there will be more to come. Thank you for reading.