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Subject: What is this Slender man thing?

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Twitter Page of the Marble Hornets videos. Remember, everyone, Slender Man is fake. But I so want to be him for Halloween this year.

[Edited on 08.23.2009 7:52 PM PDT]

  • 08.23.2009 7:51 PM PDT

I don't understand what's so scary about Entry #7 Can someone please explain what happens? I don't see anything.

  • 08.23.2009 7:52 PM PDT

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At 1:35, when the guy leans back, you see Slender Man in the background.

  • 08.23.2009 7:53 PM PDT

Nice thanks!

Posted by: PhantomKyro
At 1:35, when the guy leans back, you see Slender Man in the background.

  • 08.23.2009 7:57 PM PDT

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  • 08.23.2009 8:01 PM PDT

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DATE: July 15th, 1993

RESPONDING TO A MISSING 16 YEAR OLD IN LAKE OROVILLE STATE RECREATION PARK, CA

Officer Jackson questioning missing girl's friend, Crystal Marie Parkriner

JACKSON: Please state your name and age.

PARKRINER: (clearly upset)I already told you...

JACKSON: Please...

PARKRINER: (sighs) Crystal Marie Parkriner, 16 years old... Why arent you out there looking for Alice!

JACKSON: Ma'm please calm down, we are looking for her, we just need to hear your story to maybe better help us find out what happened. What is your relationship to Miss Elkins?

PARKRINER: She was my friend...

JACKSON: What were you and her doing in the park.

PARKRINER: We were doing a late 16 birthday party... her parents flaked out on her since America's Most Wanted ran that story about her sister again.

JACKSON: Her sister?

PARKRINER: Yeah... couple years ago her sister was kidnapped, you know Katrina Elkins.

JACKSON: Was Alice upset or maybe sucidal?

PARKRINER: She... she wouldn't do that.

JACKSON: Ok, tell me what happened.

PARKRINER: So... men, Donnie...

JACKSON: Donnie?

PARKRINER: Donnie Parkriner, my brother. Sal... (sighs) Sally Danes and Richie Farms decided to take Alice to have a birthday party since her parents been putting off doing anything for Alice. So we got some things and decided to have a camp party...

JACKSON: What things did you bring with you for this party?

PARKRINER: (getting annoied) Beer... food... cigs...

JACKSON: Any drugs?

PARKRINER: No.

JACKSON: OK, go on

PARKRINER: We got there like 7 pm so we were setting up the tent and stuff... Alice seemed ok.

JACKSON: Was she drinking?

PARKRINER: No... she didn't drink. She was looking at the lake for awhile... It was like 9 pm when Alice started acting strange.

JACKSON: How?

PARKRINER: She... got quiet. Kept looking out at the woods... then she started walking into the darkness.

JACKSON: Did any of you follow her?

PARKRINER: I did... but it was like she was listening to someone else... like she was listening to directions by someone. I couldn't follow her. Donnie got a flash light and we went on... we started finding her clothes on the ground but we couldn't find her.... Please find her... (crying) she's out there missing and maybe hurt...

JACKSON: We are looking for her

  • 08.23.2009 8:04 PM PDT

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Corn, are you making these up? Cause those are pretty good.

  • 08.23.2009 8:07 PM PDT

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no

  • 08.23.2009 8:22 PM PDT

Where are you getting these from? They are freaky.

  • 08.23.2009 8:31 PM PDT

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this one privately owned website dedicated to images stories police reports newspaper articles interviews etc that may link to slender man

  • 08.23.2009 8:36 PM PDT

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Think I may have found another Slender Man article. Now posting.

Alta-Photo-Kidnapping
received: May 18, 2009 at 11:15 AM

INDEX: Police, Search
Search for missing Edmonton photographer widens

EDMONTON, Alta. - The RCMP is being called in to help with the ongoing investigation into the apparent kidnapping of an Edmonton photographer.
On May 5, the Edmonton Police Service received a call from a concerned neighbour, reporting strange noises coming from the home of Abigail Tuscone, 26. Officers attended the scene to discover signs of a struggle, but no sign of the young woman. Subsequent investigation led police to declare the situation a kidnapping.
According to friends and family of Tuscone, the professional photographer had recently been concerned that she was being stalked by an unknown man. This had included a report filed with police a week before her disappearance.
With few local leads, the EPS is now getting assistance from the Mounties, who intend to widen the search area through Alberta. Both organizations are still hopeful that Tuscone will be found alive.
Abigail Tuscone is described as Caucasian, 5'6" and 168 lbs., with brown hair and green eyes.
Based on Tuscone's description and a photograph found in her home, her alleged kidnapper is believed to be a Caucasian male, bald, standing 6 feet or higher. He was last seen wearing a black suit and tie.
Police and RCMP are looking for any information or tips from the public about Tuscone and her apparent kidnapper. You can contact your local RCMP detachment, EPS or Crime Stoppers at 1-800-222-TIPS.(CTV Edm)(The Canadian Press)

Too many similarities to not be him. I couldn't find the picture she took of her "alleged kidnapper". I don't suppose anyone else might be able to dig it up?

  • 08.23.2009 8:40 PM PDT

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Think I may have found another Slender Man article. Now posting.

Alta-Photo-Kidnapping
received: May 18, 2009 at 11:15 AM

INDEX: Police, Search
Search for missing Edmonton photographer widens

EDMONTON, Alta. - The RCMP is being called in to help with the ongoing investigation into the apparent kidnapping of an Edmonton photographer.
On May 5, the Edmonton Police Service received a call from a concerned neighbour, reporting strange noises coming from the home of Abigail Tuscone, 26. Officers attended the scene to discover signs of a struggle, but no sign of the young woman. Subsequent investigation led police to declare the situation a kidnapping.
According to friends and family of Tuscone, the professional photographer had recently been concerned that she was being stalked by an unknown man. This had included a report filed with police a week before her disappearance.
With few local leads, the EPS is now getting assistance from the Mounties, who intend to widen the search area through Alberta. Both organizations are still hopeful that Tuscone will be found alive.
Abigail Tuscone is described as Caucasian, 5'6" and 168 lbs., with brown hair and green eyes.
Based on Tuscone's description and a photograph found in her home, her alleged kidnapper is believed to be a Caucasian male, bald, standing 6 feet or higher. He was last seen wearing a black suit and tie.
Police and RCMP are looking for any information or tips from the public about Tuscone and her apparent kidnapper. You can contact your local RCMP detachment, EPS or Crime Stoppers at 1-800-222-TIPS.(CTV Edm)(The Canadian Press)

Too many similarities to not be him. I couldn't find the picture she took of her "alleged kidnapper". I don't suppose anyone else might be able to dig it up?

  • 08.23.2009 8:42 PM PDT

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July 13th, 1988

The body of Hilary Foster, age 32, was found high in the branches of a tree in an Oregon state park near Monmouth. Her body was described as "twisted". Hilary's camera, found hanging around her neck, contained the above picture. It was the last taken before her death. According to her husband, Hilary took their daughter Stephanie and two friends to the state park for an afternoon of fun on the river. The three girls: Stephanie Foster, Jill Baker, and Amanda Harwood are still missing.

  • 08.23.2009 8:45 PM PDT

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About two or three years ago, a film school friend of mine, Alex, was working on his first "feature length" movie. It was called Marble Hornets and I think it was about a twenty something returning to his childhood home and recalling events that happened there. It was pretty pretentious film student fare, but I helped out for a few days before my summer classes started, and a few rare occasions after that. Everyone on the set seemed pretty excited to be making it, especially Alex. The set itself was about half a mile away from Alex's house, roughly a thirty minute drive away from where I lived at the time. It was a pretty heavily wooded area, I guess to give it a sparsely populated small town feel. Most of the movie took place outside.

After about two months of off and on shooting, Alex dropped his pet project completely. It was really sudden when he let me know about it. When I asked him why, he told me it was because of the "unworkable conditions" of where he had picked to shoot. Which struck me as very odd since he had been living around that area since he was eight, and never seemed to have a problem with it. What's even stranger is that he acted incredibly distant when telling me this news. Soon after, he started avoiding me and from what I hear, everyone else. All he did was sit around his house.

Being a film student as well, I hated to see his work go to waste and decided to talk to him about it a bit more. A few weeks after he had stopped shooting, I finally convinced him to let me come over.

Something about him was worse than I'd originally thought. He had lost a good bit of weight, and looked pretty sickly. I pretended like I didn't notice and we just hung out for awhile. Right before I left, I asked him about Marble Hornets and what he was planning on doing with all of his tapes of raw footage. With almost no hesitation, he simply said "burn them".

This caught me off guard. When I asked why he didn't just archive them for B-roll in future projects, he just said he never wanted to work with the footage again. He was completely serious about this. I couldn't understand why he'd just want to get rid of it completely. Surely it wasn't all that useless. So I asked if I could take a look at them.

He agreed, but only under the circumstance that I never bring them back to him, and never discuss what was on them with him. He also highly discouraged me from showing any if it to anyone else. I laughed at this, and said that he must have accidentally made The Ring or something with the way he was talking. He didn't acknowledge this and brought me up to his attic, where he was storing the pile of tapes.

There were tons of them. He grabbed a couple of plastic shopping bags and piled the tapes in and gave them to me, then shooed me out of the attic. Right as I was walking out the door, he said, in the most serious tone I've ever heard from someone, "I'm not kidding, don't ever bring this up around me again."

Alex's comment was so sudden that I didn't have time to react before he had closed the door on me. He transferred to an out of state school soon after that and I haven't seen him since.

I filed the tapes separately from my others, and was honestly too freaked out to look at them at the time, and eventually forgot about them. But reading about the slender man has peaked my interest again. Maybe it's what Alex was talking about that day.

I've decided to begin going through the tapes later tonight. If I don't do it now, I probably never will. I'm hoping all I find is an unfinished student film and nothing else. That would sure put me at ease now that I'm thinking about it again.

If there's interest, I'll post anything that I find on here.

  • 08.23.2009 8:46 PM PDT

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.A small impact next to Derek's head woke him up from a fitful sleep. Some unknown object had fallen from the treetops above and rolled away to some unseen resting place. Derek, still tired, had imagined him hearing footsteps approaching, but there was nothing save for the gentle low hiss of his radio. The static wavered as the batteries began to finally give in. Feeling into his backpack Derek picked out a new package of batteries and replaced them into the radio. He checked to make sure that it was on channel 6, grew accustomed to the invigorated chaotic patterns of the empty channel and slipped back into the dark silence of sleep.

"Why did you leave me back there?! I barely caught up to you, you jerk!"

"Look, if you are going to marry my sister, you better be able to take care of yourself. You found me didn't you? And don't worry I knew where you were. Just trust me I can take care of you." Derek smiled to himself as Henry put his backpack and knapsack on the ground next to a fallen log.

Henry stared into Derek's eyes. "Fine," he said, "Just don't let things get out of hand, I don't trust myself out here nearly as much as you seem to."

"You'll do fine, just stop worrying so much. And worst case scenario just pull out your radio and use channel 6, I'll be right there to help you. Now, what would you like to eat? We have some hot dogs, or we could make a quick sandwich." Derek said as he took a quick drink from his water bottle.

"I think I'll go for a sandwich, we can eat the hot dogs tomorrow for lunch before we head back."

"Sounds perfect, I'll get everything ready, can you get some firewood? Anything dry you can find should be a good start."

The fire pit had a few stray leaves covering the cold ashes. A few pamphlet's describing Henry's appearance and some tips on what to keep an eye out for when searching for lost hikers were strewn about. The organizers had left, the volunteers went back to their jobs, and Henry's family had turned their attentions to funeral arrangements for an empty box. He was here. Sitting on that log, warming by that fire pit, he was here. Separated by time alone, Henry was still laughing as he laid down his sleeping bag. Where once the gentle crackling of the fire and songs sung by forests filled the shallow valley, now only the hiss of strange atmospheric forces played through the speaker of a small radio.

"I can't believe I'd never gone camping before. Hell it's like I've never even seen the stars before! Before today all I've ever known is that constant urban twilight blocking out the sky at night. Here I can see the Milky Way, I used to wonder why they called it that, but it's pretty clear now that I can actually see it." Derek watched the stars as they imperceptibly spun around Polaris, the hub of this particular viewpoint of the universe. People from the city always seemed to wax poetic when they camp for the first time. They are so busy seeing new things that they can hardly actually enjoy what makes camping worth the effort.

"I'm going to go the bathroom before I pass out. I'll be right back." Derek stood up and walked off to a particularly large tree well beyond the reach of the dancing orange light. The plan was simple, just let Henry be alone until he begins to wonder, and then until he begins to worry. It'll make for a great toast.

The sun began to fall again. The last night. After this there was no more waiting, no more wandering the woods looking for any sign of life, no matter how fleeting. Derek took a small soggy sandwich and ate it slowly. Laying down he looked up at the cold uncaring stars. They would know what happened that night, where Henry went, but they would never tell. They might as well have been bacteria under a microscope for all they cared of our human affairs. They held and answer that Derek would never know, and as he sat there sandwich in hand, he began to cry.

"W-who's there? Derek?" a voice in the distance asked. "I can hear you walking around, over there, who's there?"

Derek zipped up and opened his mouth to reply.

"I don't want to go. I want to stay here." the distant voice said calmly.

"Henry? Who's over there? Don't walk off, stay by the fire!" Derek shouted as he ran back to the fire, but for some reason he began to doubt the return path. Dancing sources of light now seemed to fill the forest in the deep dark corners. Where did they come from? "Henry?!" It was near that rock, I know it. I just have to get there. "Henry, where are you, answer me!"

"I want to die, it would be better." The voice seemed to dance among the lights fading father and farther into the void of trees.

"-ou hear me? You need to hear me." Derek shot up from an empty sleep and shot his hands to his radio. The radio struggled to amplify the weak and hollow speech.

"Henry?! Henry is that you?!"

"Where are you Derek?" The radio crackled and sputtered, the signal seeming infinitely weak and distant.

"I'm on the crest of the hill overlooking where we camped out. Where are you?! Henry we can get you out of here!"

"No, we can't." It sounded like a whisper spoken through a shattered glass.

"What are you talking about? What happened, are you ok?" Derek turned on a flashlight and began to wave it around fruitlessly.

"I'm not ok Derek. You didn't take care of me. You left me." The stratosphere seemed to shyly echo the voice.

"Henry, I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to go far. It was just a bit of fun." The weight of a silly prank came down full force onto Derek's small frame, and he shuddered.

"It's not funny Derek. I'm not laughing, and neither is he."

"H-he?"

"He takes us away Derek, and he knows where you are. You are his."

The radio squealed as a tall emaciated figure passed from behind a large tree trunk. He turned toward Derek in silence, and the radio cut out.

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CONFIDENTIAL

Aug 30 2003

0300 Received word from police in [REDACTED] that a type S phenomenon may be taking place, or have recently taken place, with 2 local children. Officers sent to the site have disappeared. Dispatching a unit.

0330 Confirmed 3 local men missing with possible dismemberment, type S typical.

0430 Father and mother of 2 missing children (Cynthia, female, 6, and Donald Jr, male, 3) are in interrogation. Names Donald and Melanie Falmouth. Donald Falmouth is having typical Type S reaction. Melanie Falmouth is mute. Full profiles and reports to follow in appendix A.

0443 Type S fog found at the site, perimeter adjusted to ensure safety of all [REDACTED] unit members.

0454 D. Falmouth has disappeared from holding cell. No signs of forced entry or exit, typical of type S. M. Falmouth has gouged eyes out with fingernails and remains mute. Extraction orders have been placed for M. Falmouth from local police to [REDACTED] institute.

0500 No further changes at site beyond constant expansion of perimeter.

0600 No further changes.

0613 M Falmouth has been successfully transported to [REDACTED] and admitted under type S protocols. Highest security. Admittance papers attached can be found in Appendix B. Of note: Doctors surprised at her ocular wounds. They appear to be completely healed, with no tissue remaining. Full search of ambulance and cell provide no location of the missing tissue. Update from Police station confirms that she was found bleeding, but there was no tissue found under any of her fingernails. Consistent with a type S phenomenon. Currently M Falmouth is under sedation and constant heavy observation in all forms. Remote retrieval team on standby near both site and the institution to retrieve all information in the event that all personnel are corrupted.

0756 Phenomenon sighted; shots fired before losing contact with alpha team of unit. Reinforcements dispatched. Perimeter of this event is largest of any previously recorded type S phenomenon.

0804 Power outage at the [REDACTED] institute. M Falmouth has disappeared and has been replaced with a young girl. Despite several backup sources of power, this event was not recorded in any way. All 3 monitors of M Falmouth's cell have been placed in quarantine under observation.

0835 Young girl positively identified as Katrina Elkins, age 8, victim 23 of 1987. See appendix B for all case files related to Katrina Elkins, and her current status. Note: She appears to still be 8 years old and healthy, with no obvious wounds.

0848 Examining physician discovered a long scar across her abdomen, from her mons to her sternum. The physician, Dr E---, indicated that the scar was barely healed and that her belly was slightly distended. The doctor stated that her internal organs appeared and felt as if they were writhing. Upon further inspection, they did not appear to be internal organs at all. This information has been withheld from the child and she still appears to be in good spirits. She asks after her mother and father and sister. Orders have been given to examine her as quickly as possible and to quarantine everyone she had come in contact with.

0900 Perimeter has stopped expanding, and fog appears to be dissipating. At 0930 teams will proceed inward toward the site.

0926 Information transmission to remote retrieval unit was temporarily interrupted, but resumed without incident.

0928 Transmission has been contaminated. Dr E----- and his unit have been completely compromised and the [REDACTED] institute does not respond to all communication. Retrieval team continues to receive the transmission of the EKG and ultrasound that was being performed on K Elkins.

0930 Unit moving inward toward site.

0934 Transmissions have gone dead, but not before we got some very interesting readings. Please see Appendix C for readings, as we believe these readings do not belong to K Elkins.

1000 Unit reports that the site has only police officers, disemboweled in standard type S fashion. All evidence has been gathered and is ready for transport.

1015 Local police have been informed of the status of their officers and that the site is now clean. Site will be revisited

1030 Retrieval unit found [REDACTED] institute empty of all human life. All 308 workers at the [REDACTED] institute have disappeared. We can only assume the site has been contaminated. On the doorstep, the team found one left hand and the pinky from another hand.

1043 Fingerprinting and staff records confirm that both hand and pinky belonged to Dr E-----. The severed ends appear to be healed over.

1100 No changes. Retreival unit continues to search the [REDACTED] institute.

1200 No changes

1300 No changes

1400 No changes

1500 The pipes in [REDACTED] institute appear to have been frozen. They are currently thawing.

1534 Further inspection of the frozen pipes indicates they are full of a mixture of both ice and frozen blood. Specimens are being taken for DNA identification against both staff and victim records.

1600 No changes

1700 No changes. Search complete; no other anomolies found in the [REDACTED] institute. Equipment appears to be intact and will be moved to [REDACTED].

AMENDMENT Dec 23rd 2003

A man was found wandering behind a supermarket. Police fingerprinting confirmed this man as Dr E-----. A unit was dispatched but no type S phenomenon indicators occurred. The team escorted Dr E----- to [REDACTED]. He did not respond to questioning. In his pockets was found a receipt dated Jan 4th 2004 at 0834 from [REDACTED] (see appendix D for items and analysis). Note: We assume this is from a faulty cash register but we are planning a team at this time and date regardless. He has been quarantined and will be studied. We have never retrieved a human being alive. Despite his clear mental incapacity, his body must turn up some clues.

AMENDMENT Dec 28th 2003

Despite all testing Dr E----- appears completely normal and healthy. He has gone completely mute besides muttering in an unknown language. We have sent samples of these mumblings to linguistic experts. No one has been able to identify the language. Of note is his giggle, which sounds remarkably typical of S.

AMENDMENT Jan 4th 2004

At 0834 Dr E----- died of severe internal hemorrhaging. The cause of this is unknown. The autopsy showed that there was a finger belonging to K Elkins next to his appendix. The finger appeared to be healed over at the severed end, and proved to have a pulse for a few minutes after removal from the body. It did not respond to stimulus. Why we did not see this finger in the daily tests cannot be known. No event occurred at the site indicated in the receipt.

END OF RECORD

  • 08.23.2009 9:15 PM PDT

REPORT FILE - NUMBER 590412
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Another reported case of this so-called "Tall-Man" or "Slender-Man" phenomena,
a call was made approximately 10:14 P.M., today, August 4th, 2009. The caller
sounded anxious and frightened. The following is a rough transcript of the
call:

Dispatcher: 911, What is your emergency?
Caller(scared): Th-theres someone outside.. or there was but i- i haven't seen him for a, *short swallowing sound* a couple of minutes
Dispatcher: Okay, please try to remain calm, we've sent a unit to your location they should be there shortly. Have you locked all your doors and windows sir?
Caller: We- *the sound of the call becomes distorted and a low sound is heard over the words.*
Dispatcher: Err... excuse me sir, we seem to be having some problems with the line.
Caller: ----------EASE! I ca----- m scared! please--ay on the pho---ith me!
Dispatcher: Okay sir, please remain calm. The car has reported that they are nearly there.
Caller:----od! i----ared--- blac----sui---too ta--no---uman
Dispatcher: Sorry sir i didn't catch that?
Caller: Ma---- all---can't be---huma---claws---ack---uit! *A loud crashing sound is heard and the low sound gets louder and louder, the dispatcher holds the phone away from her, a scream can be heard barely audible over sound, clearly though, a childs laughter can be heard, but as if it was coming from an adult.*
The phone cuts off here.

Police arrived at the scene three minutes after the call ended. After a quick inspection of the house they realized nobody was there.
The front door had been forced open, and the back door was wide open. A trail lead out of the back door and into the woods behind it. Searching the woods the police found nothing. The trail cut off eventually and seemed to vanish into nothingness. Stumped the police returned to the house, they find nothing relating to the incident except the phone. Curious, one member of the squad, Frank Wilson picked up the phone. It is noted by another officer that he dropped it almost instantly complaining of "laughter that should not be" and extremely low humming noises.

A week after the incident another police squad was dispatched to Wilsons house (report number - 600089).

  • 08.23.2009 9:20 PM PDT

Some day I sell DNA.

LOL at the people who totally believe this. Actually, the guys at Something Awful want you to believe it, so it's fine.

But the Slender Man makes a really good ARG, good work with the SM stories everyone. Keep it up.

  • 08.23.2009 9:23 PM PDT

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Nearly three and a half years after their disappearance from a campsite in the Ozark National Forest, the bodies of Michael and Virginia Daniels, as well as possible witness Travis Grady, have been found over 1,000 miles away in the Yellowstone National Park. {recap of case removed}

According to a witness who found the bodies, they were impaled through the chest on branches near the tops of trees, and appeared to have been cut open down the front of the torso. The witness also stated that what looked like organs were found sealed in plastic at the base of each tree. "The weirdest thing was that they looked fresh, like they'd just died a few days ago," he said. "How in the name of God they got up there, I'll never know," he added.

Neither the US Park Service nor the FBI would confirm these reports, other than to say the bodies had been recovered and sent for autopsy. The Daniels children, John and Jolene, were not found with their parents or anywhere nearby, according to sources with the FBI, and are still considered missing.

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Dr. Keating: Hello, Dorothy, how are you?

Dorothy: Just fine, Doctor, and yourself?

Dr. Keating: Well, Dorothy, I'm a bit concerned, to tell you the truth.

Dorothy: Oh?

Dr. Keating: Yes. I found your jounral entry, and there are some crucial details that you didn't disclose to the police or myself, particularly some of the details concerning the appearance of this, this...(ruffles through patient's journal) Sle-

Dorothy: DON'T SAY HIS NAME! PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU, DON'T SAY IT!

Dr. Keating: Shhh, it's okay-

Dorothy: NO IT'S NOT OKAY! SPEAK OF HIM AND HE WILL COME! PLEASE! DON'T! (patient begins to sob uncontrollably; a female orderly comforts her)

Dr. Keating: I won't say his name, Dorothy, I promise.

Dorothy: Promise?

Dr. Keating: I swear it.

Dorothy: Good.

Dr. Keating: Now, would you mind telling me a little bit about this...man?

Dorothy: I can't tell you, even though you asked so nicely.

Dr. Keating: And why ever not, dear Dorothy?

Dorothy: (Silent, hesitant) Because, well, he tells me not to say anything.

Dr. Keating: You mean, he speaks to you?

Dorothy: Not really. I can just tell. When he appears in my dreams, it's always in that forest behind Uncle Ed's farm. And he's...taller, like he's gained power or something. But he's just so menacing that I know if I say anything, he'll...he'll....(Patient begins to weep quietly)

Dr. Keating: Dorothy?

Dorothy: I want to...go back to my room now.

Dr. Keating: Very well. Miss Dunbury will escort you

  • 08.23.2009 9:47 PM PDT
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I think he is real.

  • 08.24.2009 1:11 PM PDT

Buckle Up: It's makes it harder for the Covenant to suck you up.

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I think he is real.

Well, he's not.

  • 08.24.2009 1:20 PM PDT
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Are you perhaps referring to the Crooked Man in the novel, The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly?

  • 08.24.2009 2:34 PM PDT