Sunday, October 31, 2010


I'm out. Free. I awoke to the door of my prison wide open and I took a chance. I ran.

Somehow I made it through that maze of a building without getting caught. It was almost like none of the cloaked men or the demon were around, but I know that's not true because I felt someone watch me every moment I spent running around the building.

When I found the exit and ran through it and I was back in the alley I had been snatched away from. It was sunny out. A bit cold but that didn't stop people from walking around from shop to shop with their loved ones. Behind me were the sleeping hobos who were there the night I vanished.

I looked down the street and saw the apartments my parents live in and I ran. Although I wasn't gone for years and years, I missed my mom and dad so much. It felt like it had been forever since I saw them. I ran up the stairs behind the building and knocked violently. My mother answered. He eyes got wide when she saw me and I thought she was going to hug me and ask where I had been, but the words out of her mouth were, "Can I help you?"

At first I was confused. The woman I was looking at was my mother. I'd know her anywhere.

"Mom, it's me, Alexa." I said.

She looked away, sort of with a guilty and sad look on her face and said, "I don't know anyone by that name."

"But I'm your daughter!" I cried.

He eyes drifted behind me, to the corner of a shop behind the apartment. I looked where she was looking and saw him. The demon had followed me.

She looked back at me, her eyes begging for forgiveness, and said, "I don't have any children. Now please leave me alone." And she shut the door on me.

Then I walked to the place where dad works. He's the co-owner of a little souvenir shop on the main road leading into town. Like mom, he claimed not to know me. Even his business partner, a man I grew up calling Uncle Drew didn't know me. When I left the shop, I saw the demon looking down on me from a window across the street.

I know I didn't push hard enough. They are my parents and I should have asked questions. But I think it's useless. They know about the demon, about this "Slenderman" and I think he has them frightened.

Two nights ago I stayed at my churches homeless shelter. Not even the people there remember me. Or at least claim not to. I think they know of the demon, too. While I slept I had a dream, probably projected by the demon and it explains everything.

In the dream I saw all the children before they were taken away. They were abused or lived with drug addicted parents. Every one of them came from broken homes. Krissy's father had raped her, Tyrone and Tyree were abandoned as babies and lived in many abusive foster homes, Annabelle was nearly beaten to death by her stepfather.

Then I saw the demon going up to each and every child. Some of them were scared of him, others were curious and some were willing to go away with him.

Then I saw the families. The fathers who had abused or the parents who had neglected had all mysteriously died. The battered wives who were spared went crazy.

After that I was in front of the red door. I opened it and saw the children. They were playing, happy and free but Annabelle looked up from her dolly and said, "I miss my mumma." And the rest of the children agreed.

And then I woke up and realized there was a reason Krissy and the rest of the children called me mommy. I wasn't captured to add to his "collection", I was captured so I could be a mother figure to those kids. Now it seems selfish for me to just leave those children, but they'll be ok. They have a home with a family that loves and cares for them, even if it is a bit of a twisted home and family. They're happy. Maybe the demon will find another woman who will be willing to take the role as a mother to the kids. Next time he should find someone who has no real life.

Yesterday I saw Anita. She was walking down the street with a man and a woman who didn't really seem to be her parents.

I called out to her. She looked at me and waved and I walked over to her. She leaped into my arms and hugged me tight. The man and woman wondered who I was and before I could explain Anita told them that I was the woman trapped in the room with her.

"You mean that was true?" the woman gasped.

I hesitated but nodded my head yes. The woman explained to me how the cops had found Anita wondering through the woods a few miles away from her friends house. We got to talking about what it was like in the room. I left out the part about the demon, and apparently so did Anita. Never once did the woman mention it. But she did mention one thing.

"We're not Anita's biological parents."

"We're foster parents." the man cut in.

"Shortly after Anita went missing, her mother was killed in an alley behind their apartment. She was a..." but she couldn't finish her sentence, because she looked down at Anita who looked up at her with such big, innocent eyes. "Well, I can't say it in front of her."

But Anita finished the sentence for her. "Mommy was a hooker."

"Yes, that. And I suppose it was a deal gone wrong."

"But it's no big lose" Anita added.

We all sort of gasped in shock of those words.

"Anita, she was your mother." I said.

"I know. But she wasn't a very good mommy."

I looked up at the foster mother with questioning eyes, and she said, "She would often bring work home, if you get my drift. Sometimes the men she serviced hurt Anita. Not to mention the drug use and many times the lack food or clean clothing"

We talked for a little while longer. g Anita's foster family gave me their number and said if I ever need help just ask. I told them I'd go to the police about what had happened, but I don't think I will. It's not like they'd believe me if I told them about the demon and I'll have to formulate a lie about being held hostage by mortal people. I can't do that. I just don't have the strength or will to.

I also don't think I'll see Anita ever again. God knows I love her and that I think of her as a little sister, but now I know she's safe and with a good family and will be for the rest of her life because her foster parents told me they plan on adopting her. And that demon is following me. If there's any chance he could bring even the smallest amount of harm to them on my behalf, I'll just avoid it.

You may be wondering how I'm writing this. Well I had to renew my library card but at least I get free internet. I don't plan on staying in this town very long. I don't know where I'll go or what I'll do, but I can't stay here. I'll get money somehow. I'll making a living.

I have a feeling this will never end. If anything comes up, which I'm sure it will, I'll update again. I don't know when, but I will.

Goodbye for now. And Happy Halloween.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010


How My Day is Starting Off:

It's 3:00 and I'm awake. Something isn't right here.
Go online.
Go on blog.
*Check comments.
Check Twitter
All it says "sobbing" over and over again.

I can tell you all right now that I didn't write that. I was asleep then and I don't remember hearing anyone coming down here.

*No, entombment136, I talked about there being a tub and toilet. I forgot about the sink tho. However, I don't know if that's important.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010


I'm sure most of you know what a doctor's mas looks like, just thought I'd badly draw it out anyway.

Monday, October 25, 2010


I've been watching Tribe Twelve, started around the time I started Marble Hornets, and that story his grandfather told about the demon scares me, but I've never seen him act like this, except in those memories, but I've never seen it first hand.

I don't dare post on paranormal boards. No one believes this outside the few followers. If you all want, you can tell people about this entire shit storm I'm going through but I don't see the point. It's no use.

Like I said on Twitter, I'm not sleeping tonight. Can anyone suggest some goods bands I can listen to on youtube? It takes forever for a video to load but I don't have anything better to do.

Saturday, October 23, 2010


This morning I was taken to the children. Not by the demon or any of the cloaked men, but by the plague doctor. At first I was very reluctant but he put an arm around my shoulders and said to me "Those children miss you very much. It would be extremely selfish if you didn't visit them once in a while."

So I went with him. We talked on the slow walk to the read door. He's intelligent and sort of grandfatherly. I noticed his raspy voice has a slight British accent. I like listening to him talk. I wish I saw more of him than anyone else in this hell, even if that mask creeps me out.

When we got to the door he told me he'd be back in a few hours to walk me back to my room. When I opened the door, the children all rushed over and hugged me. I told stories and play some games with them, like last time, and around what must have been 5:00 they started getting tired, so I saw this as an opportunity to take fredarvizu's advise.

First I asked Krissy. She says she's 4 but I asked her what year she was born and she thought for a moment then said 1920.

Then I asked Annabell. She told me, in her very formal tone, 1895. She claims to be 10.

Johnny and Edgar are 12 and 14 year old brothers 1976 and 1978 who were named after musicians from a time long before me. (I've never actually heard of them) They said they don't remember how they know that because they don't know who those musicians are either.

Tyree and Tyrone claim to be 15, but they say they were born the same year as me.

Those are a few anyway. I had them all tell me when they were born but I can't remember them all now. They're all stuck in time.

Again before I left, they called me mommy and I tried my hardest not to cry, at least not around them and I succeeded. I cried outside the door and the doctor tried to comfort me.

I've got to stop this crying thing.

Friday, October 22, 2010


Around 2 this morning I woke up to someone messing with the computer, but I was so tired that I ignored it and fell back asleep. And around 9 I woke up again and went online and found that the blog had been deleted. But I guess the demon and his buddies aren't so smart because I retrieved it.

When someone brought me breakfast, I was surprised it was the young cloaked man. I haven't seen him since I kicked him down south. He didn't seem angry either. But I was so I told him to tell his buddies or the demon whoever it was to never touch the computer and to leave my blog alone. At first he seemed worried but I said to him, "No one really believes me anyway. It's all just a joke to the outside world. They think I'm playing part of a game. You don't have to worry about anyone interfering in the demon's affairs."

Then he kind of back away and left. I'm pissed off. They gave me this computer for something so they should at least have the decency to leave my only form of contact to the outside world alone.

Quick Update


Just to let you all know, I tried Someone's (FhtagnDazs' or whatever the hell name you're going by) suggestion of online chat rooms, but this computer sucks and they don't work...

However I have made a Twitter. God, I hate Twitter, but it works and that's all that matters.

I'll try to reply to anyone who tweets to me, but I make no promises.!/InALockedRoom

Thursday, October 21, 2010


When the demon realized I was watching EverymanHybrid's videos, he seemed to get very angry. He kind of gestured for me to stop looking and paced around my prison for a bit before leaving. Up until now I thought the videos were just made to add to the Slenderman myth and were %100 fake, but now I'm worried for them.

Guys, if you're reading this, I want to know why he's targeting you. You all seem so sweet and like generally good guys. Why does he target the way he does? Have any of you dabbled in the occult?

Also, Someone, I tried messenger programs including Skype. This computer is pretty old and slow. They just don't work well on it. I tried with a couple people. I'm sorry. :(

Monday, October 18, 2010


I've been sick for a couple days with a fever of about 103. The plague doctor keeps checking up on me. He says I'm making myself sick. Don't know how.

I haven't seen the children since the day I broke down. I do love them but I don't want to be near them. I just hope I didn't upset them too much.

Friday, October 15, 2010


Krissy is the youngest child here. She's 4 years old and has that cute bob cut from the 1920's and clothes to match. This morning when I visited them, she ran up to me, shouted "Mommy's home!" and hugged me. The rest of the children did the same. I'm their mother, or at least they seem to think so.

You know what else I forgot besides this blog? My own mother. I forgot I even had a mother, but after Krissy called me mommy, my own mother's face came rushing back into memory.

Every time one of the children called me mommy or mama or mum, my heart broke a little bit more until I finally broke down. I feel bad because the sight of me crying made the children cry. It was a horrible sound, worse than the sobbing.

The demon must have heard all the crying or smelled the tears, because he rushed through the red door and pulled me out of the room. I sat in front of the closed red door and realized I couldn't hear the crying of the children on the other side.

He wiped my tears and I think went in for a little hug, but I puled back. I can't stand him touching me.

When I finally stopped crying I yelled at him, "Why did you take me? Why did you take these children from their mothers?"

He sort of cocked his head to one side like he didn't understand what I was saying.

"Don't play stupid with me, I know you know every word I'm saying. You're not stupid. I can tell."

He stayed silent. Guess he had to. He has no mouth. No eyes either yet I swore I was staring into a pair of deep, emotional eyes.

He picked me up off the ground and set me up on my feet. He held his hand out for me to take it but I gave him the death stare and he pulled back. I followed him back to my little windowless prison. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad to be back in that old bed with the bloodstained quilt.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010


I'll admit that I almost forgot about this blog. Every morning for the past few days, the demon has been taking me to the children. They're all so well behaved, it's not normal.

I sit with them and tell them stories. Sometimes play games. Sometimes the littlest ones fall asleep in my arms and it's one of the sweetest things I've ever seen.

There's an entire group of little girls with the name Jane and little boys with the name John. Not surprising seeing as how common the names are. But it makes it easier for me to remember the names of all the other children. There's Bridget, Addie, Jacob, Krissy, Thomas, Tyree and Tyrone the twins, Annabelle, Lee, Hans, Martha, Edgar, Walt, Pedro, Clara, Johnny, David, Marinus, Helen, Phoebe, Marie, Nicholas and William.

I've come to love them all like my own children.

Thursday, October 7, 2010


A few days ago I finally looked at the comments and a person commented telling me to look up a monster called Slenderman. I did. There were pictures, and even if they were photoshopped, they were exactly what the demon looks like.

Since then I've been reading very article on ever website I can find about him. I've even watched various videos about him. Marble Hornets, Tribe 12 and EverymanHybrid. Every place I look acts like it's a game. That he's fake, make up.

But he's not.

The demon that matches perfectly to the Slenderman. Tall, long arms and legs, I've seen him sprout extra limbs (although I haven't seen any tentacles or spider like legs sprout from his back), no face and the suit.

In all this stuff about him online, I refuse to believe that there's no one out there who knows he's real. There has to be at least one other person.

And Garcian, you're right. Please pray for me. I've been praying but I feel like God isn't listening...

Saturday, October 2, 2010


This is just a theory, but it makes sense... To me.

Those children were stolen by the demon, just like Anita was. They were brought here. The doctor examined them just like he did with Anita. But unlike Anita, all these children are perfectly healthy. They're not kept in horrid conditions, but rather a happy environment. For what, I'm not sure. Maybe they're sacrificed to the demon by the cloaked men. Or kept as pets.

Because Anita wasn't perfectly healthy, they, and God I hope this is what they did, they sent her back with her family.

And then I come into play. How? I haven't figured that one out yet. I'm not one of them. I'm much too old. I'm legally an adult.

I guess I have no choice but to sit and wait.

Friday, October 1, 2010


The demon woke me up this morning with a light nudge. I looked up at him and he made a motion for me to follow him. No force, no cloaked men. Just a gesture to follow him. And I didn't want force or cloaked men, so I did.

He led me up the stairs, ducking as he went through the doorway, down a hall and through several doors until we came to a large red door. It stuck out in this building where everything is gray. He pushed it open and sort of softly pushed me through. It was outside, or looked like it. Night time but light enough to see far off into the distance. The air was cool, but warm enough to wear short sleeves. I looked behind me and the building was gone, only the red door and the demon remained.

In front of me was a playground, an old one. You know, the ones with old metal slides rather than that safety plastic stuff playgrounds are made of today. Even those creepy metal sculptures that kids play one that look like cartoon bugs or other weird things.

And kids. So many kids. I guess the youngest was about 4 or 5 and the youngest maybe 15. They were all so happy playing together. None of them bickered or fought. They shared toys and took turns on the large metal slide. Not like regular children. Not like the children I grew up with at school who would push others off the swings or send someone flying in order to get a hold of an action figure.

A weird little detail I noticed was their clothing. It ranged from various periods in time. One little girl had a Victorian dress and hat, a little boy who ran past me looked like a little depression-era paperboy. Then there were kids in modern Fubu shirts and bands shirts.

The demon knocked on the door and all the children looked up. At first they looked at me with confusion, then cautiousness, then they smiled. Some of them ran up and hugged me.

Then the demon knocked again and the children went back to what they were doing and to took me back to this room.

I don't know what that was all about. Although the children were happy, it was eerie. I refuse to believe they were born here, or lived here their entire life. Although they showed no signs of homesickness.

I've got to think this over.