Monday, November 29, 2010

Got an address

I finally got Colin to talk to me more about Dan. Here's our conversation.

M: hey
C: hey
M: So i was wondering if you knew where dan's parents moved
C: dude why does it matter
M: i'm just curious, i'm trying to look him up
C: bullshit
C: every goddamn time i've gotten online this week you've sent me a message and it always leads to dan
C: why the hell are you so concerned with some kid that disappeared when we were like 9?

I didn't respond for a minute. I was trying to think of how to say what I wanted to say without sounding crazy.

C: well?
M: Ok
M: look
M: about a month ago, i started having these dreams, like really crazy fucked up dreams
M: and there was this kid, and I knew that I knew him, but I couldn't remember who he was
M: and then it hit me like a sock full of fucking nickels one night that it was Dan
M: so i asked around, but no one remembers him
M: not my parents, not our old teachers, nobody.
M: except you
M: so I'm trying to figure out what the hell is going on here because it's really freaking me out and I need to know what happened to him
M: so that's why I keep asking you. because you're the only one besides me who I know of that even remembers this person. And that's not normal.
M: so yeah.

There was no reply from Colin for a good two hours. I thought maybe he had logged off or just walked away or put me on ignore or something, because despite my best efforts, what I'd said sounded pretty fucking crazy. As I was getting ready to go to bed though, I heard my computer go off and he had sent me this:

C: Here's where his parents moved: *************(not posting address for obvious reasons)**************
C: let me know if anything happens.

Then he logged off. I mapquested the place, it's a good four hours away from here, but I'm gonna try and head out when I can. I may take my video camera, but I don't know yet. I'll keep all y'all updated.

P.S - Thanks for the support from those of you reading, I do appreciate it. I never thought I'd be writing about all this shit on a freakin' blog, but here I am. But it helps, it feels good to get it out there and have people tell me I'm not crazy (despite what their mental state might be...). So yeah...thanks.

Friday, November 26, 2010


Ugh, sorry I haven't been posting much lately. Family business with the holidays and whatnot. I've tried talking to Colin more, but he always seems to log off right after I mention Dan. I can't get anything out of him. I don't know whats going on.

I'm really freaking out here. This is all getting too weird for me, I don't know if my sanity can take much more of this. I feel like a fucking psychopath, trying to track this guy down. I've got drawings posted all over my walls, old photos, phone numbers, it's looks like I'm losing my mind.

And this fucking Dan who keeps leaving comments..."once you remember you never forget"...whatever the fuck that's just really gotten into my head, I don't know why. I just keep hearing that phrase in the back of my mind, wherever I go.

My dreams are getting progressively worse. There's always fire everywhere, and I can see Dan laughing and melting, and I've never seen anything so...evil. But even in the light of the fires there's this overwhelming shadow hanging over me and I don't know what it is.

I keep seeing shit out of the corner of my eye. Faces, creatures, shadows all just seem to be right outside my vision.

I have to find out what happened to Dan. I have to know for sure. That's the only way any of this can get any better. I can see where I need to go, but I don't know how to get there.

Colin mentioned that he thought he'd moved away. I wonder if he knows where they moved.

Hold on a second. No, he didn't say Dan moved...he said his parents moved...I wonder if- whatever, it's a lead. Maybe he knows where they moved. Let's hope. I'll post again if I have anything to report.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Not Crazy

Alright, so - I'm not crazy. Well, at least not completely crazy.

I found someone else who remembers Dan. It's another guy that went to school with us, Colin. He went to college a couple states away, but I was finally able to get a hold of him over facebook. Here was our conversation

M: Hey
C: hey mark what's up
C: long time no see
M: ya it's been a while
C: how you been?
M: fine, fine...hey can i ask you kind of a weird question
C: sure?
M: do you remember a kid that went to school with us when we were younger named Dan?
C: Yeah for sure. brown hair, kinda lanky,  i think he was in boy scouts?
M: Yes! Yes that's him!
C: ya i remember him. why?
M: Do you know what happened to him? It seemed like he kinda disappeared
C: uhhh i think his parents moved or something
C: but i don't really know
C: i haven't talked to him in years
M: me neither
C: why the sudden interest then?
M: just curious i guess. he popped into my head the other day
C: i see
C: ok well i g2g. keep in touch.

He logged off at that point. I didn't mention the dreams or no one else remembering him just because...well mostly because I didn't want to sound like a rambling psychopath. It's's reassuring to know that he existed I guess. That this wasn't all just going on in my head.

But something strange is still going on. I want to figure this out. I don't know if I want to talk to Dan or just find our what happened or what...I just have to find out what's going on. Why I'm feeling so sick, why I'm having these dreams, why only me and one other person seem to be able to recall the existence of someone...
all questions with no clear answers in sight. I need a plan, I need to get to the bottom of this.

But where do I start?

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Nothing new

Nothing of any real interest to report right now...I've still been calling around, but no luck. Still have a few more people to try. This is just exhausting me. Starting to wonder if he was just an imaginary friend or something and I'm just a crazy person.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010


Ok first thing first, I'm fine. Sorry to freak out like that mid-post.

Now then - the reason I freaked out was because I remembered who it was in my dreams. All of a sudden it hit me, like a song you haven't heard in forever and then all of a sudden you find yourself singing it and you know all the words. I can remember hanging out with him when I was a lot younger, like 7 or 8. We had lived in the same neighborhood for a while, we were in the same class, we were in Boy Scouts together. Then one day he was just gone. I don't remember if he moved or what but I haven't thought about him since then.

But here's what's really weird - nobody else remembers him. No one. I asked my parents about it and they said they don't remember him, I called a bunch of my old school friends, he'll, I managed to get a hold of one of our old teachers. Nothing. There's a few people I haven't tried yet, but this is weird. If anything, my parents should remember. I distinctly remember him spending a lot of time at our house.

Oh, and by the way, his name was Dan. So yeah, I'm kind of freaked out right now. I don't know why I didn't remember him until now, I don't know why no one else can remember him, and I sure as he'll don't know if the 'Dan' that commented the other day is trying to play a sick joke or...I dont know. I need to get to the bottom of this. I'll keep you updated.

But it can't be real! Its just a legend! what a stupid person might say.

Let's talk about 'him'. After reading some of the comments, and blogs of those who commented, it's clear that some believe I may be involved with a certain skinny spectre. Now while I'd be willing to accept that, I'm not sure if I am. I'd never heard any of the stories before this, I haven't seen 'him' in my dreams...I don't know. I'm just not sure if Slender Man is involved in all thi-



That can't be no that can't be him there's no fucking way! Fucking shit fuck I'll post more later I have to make some calls

Monday, November 15, 2010

More Dreams

Alright, I had another dream last night, I wrote down some of the details when I woke up so I could put 'em here. *deep breath* heeere we go...

So it was late at night...and I was younger. Me and this other kid were camping or something. He started telling me about this friend that he had. I started getting upset for some reason, and then it just gets....awful. The other kid starts laughing manically, and he starts like fucking transforming or shit, and it felt like there was something else there and then the tent was on fire and I was running and running but it felt like something was with me...not even like it was chasing me, it was just WITH me and I couldn't get rid of it. I woke up screaming on my couch. I don't know what the fuck was up with that.  The weirdest thing is that I know that I know that kid from the dream. But I can't put a name to him, and I went through a bunch of our old photos (birthday parties, school events, etc.) to no avail. This isn't the first time he's showed up, and it's really starting to freak me out a little bit.

So...yeeeeah. Anyways. That's all for now.

P.S - I appreciate any of you out that may be reading/commenting, but please don't type your comments like a fUcKiNg ThIrTeEn yEaR old. That is all.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Weird Stuff

Sorry I never updated after that first one, I've been bogged down with schoolwork and regular work.

So as I was saying - weird stuff. Starting about two weeks ago-
  • I've been feeling sick, but not like normal fever sick. This isn't just a flu or a cold, it feels different. It feels...permeating. Just a weakness all over that I can't explain. 
  • I've been having extremely strange dreams. And not like "and then the unicorn made of peanut butter crashed into the mountain made up of a million of my 4th grade teacher's face" weird, more like "seeing familiar faces I can't place, being chased, being caught in a burning building, wakes me up drenched in a cold sweat" dreams. 
  • I've been feeling a sense of...nostalgia isn't the word I'm looking for, but sort of a longing or desire for something in my past, but I can't quite place it. 
  • I rarely go outside anymore. Not that I used to much anyway, but now I spend as little time out of my house as humanly possible, to the point I've stopped going to some of my classes simply out of not wanting to leave the house. It's not laziness, it's not fear...I don't think. It's just an uneasiness I can't shake. 
I don't know. It's been extremely odd, and frankly unnerving. If you know what might be going on, if I have some rare super-virus or whatever, please let me know. Any help is appreciated. I suppose I'll post when I have more info or if something else happens.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010


Well hello there internets. I see you've stumbled upon my little journal here.

I suppose you'd like to know who I am.

My name is Mark Thompson. I'm 19, I'm in college, and nobody knows who I am. I suppose I don't do much to change that...I'm comfortable in my solitude. I had some friends in high school, but they moved away, and I haven't really made the effort to reach out to anyone since then. Whatever.

Now normally I despise the blogs of people like me - whiny, self-gratifying, attention-seeking little brats - and I never had any intention of doing anything like this. But strange things have been happening lately...I don't really know what's been going on, so I thought I'd turn the world wide web. I didn't get a whole lot of answers in my preliminary searches, so I thought I'd start this to see if it catches anyone's interest.

You're probably wondering what these "strange things" are, but right now I'm fucking exhausted (not unusual as of late), so I'll be posting more tomorrow.

G'night out there to anyone who might be reading....