Thursday, April 21, 2011

Nowhere Man

Oh fuck me. Fuck this fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK.

Oh fuck, I'm trying to stay calm but fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it.

Okay. Fuck. Okay.

This piece of shit won't let me see the last post I made, or anything else, for that matter, but I'll try and pick up where I left off. Right after I made the last post (or at least, I hope I did, I don't even know if it got through), my iPod died again. To be honest, I wasn't unduly surprised, I mean, what else could fucking go wrong? At any rate, I decided to try and see if I was trapped on the bus. I went to the front of the bus to see if I could stop it. Nothing worked. I couldn't steer, the brakes did nothing, fuck, I couldn't even accelerate. I did find the bus driver though, lying on the steps with his ribcage ripped open and the remains of his organs congealing into a solid mass. I don't know is it that I've just become so used to this shit or what but I didn't even feel all that nauseous.

I went back into the main part of the bus and got my hands on a glass-breaking hammer but when I tried to smash the window, one of the fucking corpses grabbed me by the fucking wrist. I shit you not. It started digging its nails into my skin, crushing my wrist, tighter and tighter until I screamed out in pain, at which point it decided to let go. That's when I heard it. His voice. But not in my head. Out loud. I could hear the Slender Man's voice over the fucking intercom. The whispering. It was so...wrong, so...out of tune. It just seemed that no matter what noise it was contrasting with, the hum of the bus's engine, the sound of my footsteps as I backed away, the squelch of the blood pooled under my feet, no matter what noise, it was all discord, never harmony. It was all so un. That's the only way I can describe it. Unnatural, unreal, unhealthy, just un, un, un.

And then, his face appeared on the monitor at the front of the bus. Unmoving, unfeeling, just staring sightlessly at me, standing in the middle of the aisle. He was staring at me for five minutes before it got too much. I couldn't take it anymore. I rushed towards the monitor with the glass-breaking hammer. I only got about four feet before I slipped in a pool of blood and landed flat on my back with an unpleasant crunch. I tried to get up but my back was too

Fuck. No, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. No, fuck. My mother's voice. My mother's voice is playing over the intercom. She's reciting her favourite poem. And it sounds so beautiful. It's harmonising so beautifully with his voice. It's so...relaxing. I feel peaceful. You can feel peaceful too, guys, say it with me. Shantih, shantih, shantih.

Peace, peace, peace.

Reach out.


  1. Damnit Reach, don't let him get to you, this crap's all in your head, snap out of it!

  2. Shit shit shit... Ray, I don't know if you'll be able to see this, but you've got to snap out of it. This cannot be real, any of it.

  3. Oh fuck fuck fuck shit Reach...

    Please don't go to sleep. We talked about this, right? Do not go gentle... What about Ava, Reach? What about your kid? What about all the work you have to do? What about Cairo? What about your family? Ray, there cannot be peace with that-- monster around and at large... Please...

  4. Wake up Reach! Don't let the faceless freak drag your mind through another hall of mirrors. Your smarter than this! You should be able to see that this is all just an illusion! I thought you had experienced the labyrinth before! This is a trick!

  5. He has been, but... he wasn't able to shake it off then either...

    And I don't think being aware of a labyrinth helps you shake it off.

    Oh god...

  6. Raymond. If you don't get a fucking grip and phone me, I will make it my life's work to brain you with a very large rock.

  7. I'm not going to give you any words of encouragement. It's not my place too. It's my place to threaten and tell you to give up. But I don't feel like doing that, so I'm just going to drop a pointless comment.

  8. Remeber what's important, Ray, remember what's IMPORTANT!

  9. You people love caps lock.

  10. Words of encouragement seem kind of pointless if he can't see it. Being locked out of the loop must suck.

    I wonder what the other people on the bus, if they're there, if the bus is there, and if they're alive, are making of this, though. Hallucinations suck.

    In case mine's the comment he can see, I'm sure he'll be able to figure out what is going on. He pieced together the Revenant lie, didn't he?