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  • 09.02.2009 9:23 PM PDT

get out of here stalker

Posted by: Csman
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But what if he is real? D:

It's Incredibly Unlikely.
If People can create the "Maybe it's real; Maybe it's Not" idealism in Others, then that's how Myths get Spread.
All Pictures of it are Photoshopped.
All Sightings or Reports are Most Likely Fake or Mistaken for other Things.
All Those Youtube Vids are Also Fake. They were using a Mannakin.

From my PoV, the odds stack up Heavily on it Just being another Myth.
why yes, all that you said [b]could[b] be true, but you never know....who says that you can't make something "physical" by imagining it hard enough?
TIME TO MakE A DRAGON!
Rrrrgh!!
My imagination broke, and still no dragon. What now?

  • 09.02.2009 9:28 PM PDT

Caboose -1


It looks like a Puma?!?

If the figure depicted on "Der Ritter" is indeed The Slender Man, as I insist it is, then we know that it has not always worn a suit, but rather, in the medieval ages, a suit of armor. This, not to mention the title of the wood cut, would make it quite clear that it was trying to mimic a knight. Knights, as I am sure you know, was the elite class of soldiers doing the bidding of barons and kings in the Feudal Age. If The Slender Man wanted to appear not only human, but a part of the human elite, why not go higher? Why not a baron? Because it can't, quite obviously. It can appear quite human, at least from a distance, but up close it could never fool anyone, and it knows this. Thus it settled for being a knight, who sometimes even wore full helmets, in an attempt to appear inconspicuous yet not undesirable.
So the question follows: Who is the most powerful yet faceless people today? Men in suits, of course."
- Found through in an email archive belonging to a previous police officer. No idea of what happened to him. Haven't looked into it yet.
"A German woodcut from the 1540s. It has puzzled historians since it was discovered at Halstberg castle in 1883. The woodcut bears the distinct style of a known woodcut artist from that area, Hans Freckenberg. Although know for his realistic depiction of human anotomy in his works, something that was unusual for the woodcuts in the 16th century, this picture differs radically from the rest of Freckenbergs works. The character to the right bears little semblance to a human being, with skeletal physique and long limbs at odd angles. Many theories have been dicussed as to what Freckenberg wanted to symbolize with that character, some say its a personification of the religious wars that raged in Europe at the time, others say its a personification of the mysterious plague that have been believed to be the reason for the mysterious abandoning of the Halstberg castle and the nearby village in 1543."
NOTE: Next source has numerous misspellings. Amateur work at best, but good research.
"According to ledgend there was the Der Schlupt (the Tall Person) that would be sited by
children in the Black Forest of Germany a few days prior to their dissapearance. As
recorded by the church during this time period, after there was wide spread reported
sightings of these creatures surrounding a particular village its inhabitants would vanish
the next time the clergy men would visit to hold cermonies. All that would be left behind
were the mutilated remains of the livestock, and in a few cases the village inhabitants
where found several miles outside the village imapled in the higher branches of trees"
Now, in my last note, I mentioned an old Romanian folktale. Well, here it is. It seems to depict what could be the Slender Man...
Once upon a time there were twin girls, Stela and Sorina. They were brave little girls, and had no fear of the dark, nor of spiders and other crawling things. Where other young ladies and even young boys would cower, Stela and Sorina would walk with their heads held high. They were good girls, obedient to their mother and father and to the word of God. They were the best children a mother could ask for, and this was their undoing.
One day, Stela and Sorina were out with their mother gathering berries from the forest. Their mother bid them stay close to her, and they listened, as they were good children. The day was bright and clear, and even as they walked closer to the center of the forest the light barely dimmed. It was nearly bright as noon when they found the tall man.
The tall man stood in a clearing, dressed as a nobleman, all in black. Shadows lay over him, dark as a cloudy midnight. He had many arms, all long and boneless as snakes, all sharp as swords, and they writhed like worms on nails. He did not speak, but made his intentions known.
Their mother tried not to listen, but she could no more disobey the tall man than she could forget how to breathe. She walked into the clearing, her daughters shortly behind her. "Stela," she said, "take my knife, and cut a circle on the ground big enough to lie in." Stela, who was not afraid of the tall man, nor afraid of the quiver in her mother's voice, obeyed what her mother said. "Sorina," the mother said, "take the berries and spread them in the circle, and crush them underfoot until the juice stains the earth." Though Sorina wondered why her mother asked her to do such a thing, she obeyed, because she was a good girl.
"Stela," the mother said, "lie in the circle."
Stela, though she worried she might stain her clothes, did as her mother asked.
"Sorina," the mother said, and bid Sorina cut her sister open with the knife.
Sorina could not; would not.
"Please," her mother said. "If you don't, it will be worse. So much worse."
But Sorina could not, and she threw the knife away and ran home, crying. She hid under her bed, afraid for the first time in her life. She waited until her father came home from the fields, and told him of the terrible thing she had found in the woods. Her father comforted her, and told her she would be safe. He went to the woods, his axe in hand, and as he commanded, she stayed by the hearth, waiting for his return.
After some time she fell asleep. When she woke, it was to the sound of knocking on her door at the darkest hour of the night. "Who is there?" she said.
"It is your father," the knocker said.
"I don't believe you!" said Sorina.
"It is your sister," the knocker said.
"It cannot be!" said Sorina.
"I am your mother," said the knocker, "and I told you it would be worse." And the door, locked tight before her father left, fell open as if it had been left ajar. And her mother stepped in, her sister's head clutched in one bloody hand, her father's in the other.
"Why?" wept Sorina.
"Because," said her mother, "there is no reward for goodness; there is no respite for faith; there is nothing but cold steel teeth and scourging fire for all of us. And it's coming for you now."
And the tall man slid from the fire, and clenched Sorina in his burning embrace. And that was the end of her.
As you can tell, not only is the story very disturbing, but it certainly reminds us of the phenomenon we call the Slender Man. I have spent many past weeks doing research on this while only recently letting some of it surface. With that, some more photos. I will start detailing my theories in the next note, possibly? For now, here are the photos and sketches I have dug up and a radio broadcast I found online and have uploaded.
Unknown when photo was taken, but photographer John Cooper was reported missing on August 7th, 1992.
1 of 2 drawings I found that seem linked to the Slender Man. Notice the tall figure, similar dressings, and of course, the slender and stretching tentacles.
2 of 2 drawings I found that seem linked to the Slender Man. Compare head shape?
To note, the person who sketched these drawings is unknown. I presume he is missing as most people who have dealt with this Slender Man are...
And finally...
The radio broadcast:

  • 09.02.2009 10:12 PM PDT

A government should fear it's people not the other way round.

Did you just recycle a post? I have a feeling of Deja Vu.

[Edited on 09.02.2009 10:31 PM PDT]

  • 09.02.2009 10:24 PM PDT
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Do not be fooled by my account registration date...

my god that's the longest post i have ever seen!

you can haz a cookie = ]

  • 09.03.2009 8:20 AM PDT

Deuteronomy 24:16 - The fathers shall not be put to death for the children, neither shall the children be put to death for the fathers: every man shall be put to death for his own sin.

Basically, Jesus cannot die for your sins, only you can.

i was really creepied out and ascared at first but now it's worn off. I'm more intrigued by the tale and vids. Quite a good story. It's been a while since anything has actually creeped me out or scared me. All the new horror movies now are 'startlers'. They're not actually scaring you, just making you jump with sudden movements. It's stupid.

They should def make this into a movie.

  • 09.03.2009 10:55 AM PDT

Hate is love's shadow.

He get's banned for talking about the slender man. Wow Bungie. Little low on stuff to do since the split with microsoft?

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AT first when I started learning about The Slender Man he scared the poop out of my for the first 24 hours. I was basically running to my car in the morning cause I live in a wooded area.

  • 09.03.2009 12:12 PM PDT

sup sup sup

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He get's banned for talking about the slender man. Wow Bungie. Little low on stuff to do since the split with microsoft?

The moderators are not employed by Bungie. -blam!-

  • 09.03.2009 12:17 PM PDT
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The Code.


It is Unbreakable.

Posted by: Csman
Posted by: BANZAl
Posted by: Csman
But what if he is real? D:

It's Incredibly Unlikely.
If People can create the "Maybe it's real; Maybe it's Not" idealism in Others, then that's how Myths get Spread.
All Pictures of it are Photoshopped.
All Sightings or Reports are Most Likely Fake or Mistaken for other Things.
All Those Youtube Vids are Also Fake. They were using a Mannakin.

From my PoV, the odds stack up Heavily on it Just being another Myth.
why yes, all that you said [b]could[b] be true, but you never know....who says that you can't make something "physical" by imagining it hard enough?

Physics.

  • 09.03.2009 2:39 PM PDT

Caboose -1


It looks like a Puma?!?

A story:

Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It's body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms.

I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said "he is the Rake".

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent's house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me.
Sorry if this is a wall of text...

  • 09.03.2009 8:39 PM PDT
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By the time you see me, it's to late.

Why hello again.
i will just park myself in the nuclear bunker of slender man, with all mai secksy wives and Cable.


Waiting for the barrage of Flood School Posts and Porch threads to pass.

Ta Ta!

  • 09.03.2009 8:44 PM PDT
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O.M.G.

purely win.
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A story:

Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It's body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms.

I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said "he is the Rake".

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent's house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me.
Sorry if this is a wall of text...

  • 09.04.2009 12:46 AM PDT

Posted by: Lord179
Posted by: Bapabooiee
Bill Cosby.

He's dead, right?

Edit: Or am I thinking of Ray Charles? That blind dude.
Wait, wasnt Bill Cosby, like, our president, or sometin?

Posted by: BANZAl
Posted by: Csman
Posted by: BANZAl
Posted by: Csman
But what if he is real? D:

It's Incredibly Unlikely.
If People can create the "Maybe it's real; Maybe it's Not" idealism in Others, then that's how Myths get Spread.
All Pictures of it are Photoshopped.
All Sightings or Reports are Most Likely Fake or Mistaken for other Things.
All Those Youtube Vids are Also Fake. They were using a Mannakin.

From my PoV, the odds stack up Heavily on it Just being another Myth.
why yes, all that you said [b]could[b] be true, but you never know....who says that you can't make something "physical" by imagining it hard enough?

Physics.

If you're such a science buff than you would know that you can't disprove the existence of something. A prime example being God.

  • 09.04.2009 9:24 AM PDT

Caboose -1


It looks like a Puma?!?

The Slender Man was created at the Something Awful Forums in a thread entitled "Create Paranormal Images." He is described as wearing a black suit strikingly similar to the visage of the notorious Men In Black, and as the name suggests, appears very thin and able to stretch his limbs and torso to inhuman lengths in order to induce fear and ensnare his prey. Once his arms are outstretched, his victims are put into something of a hypnotized state, where they are utterly helpless to stop themselves from walking into them. He is also able to create tendrils from his fingers and back that he uses to walk on in a similar fashion to Doc Ock, the Spider-Man villain in the Marvel Universe. The superhuman stretching ability could also be seen as a similiarty between himself and Mr. Fantastic of the Fantastic Four. Whether he absorbs, kills, or mearly takes his victims to an undiclosed location or dimension is also unknown as there are never any bodys or evidence left behind in his wake to deduce a definite conclusion.



Not much is known, as no specific information is given within the thread about origins, but his objective and habitat are made very clear. He has the need to kidnap children, and is seen right before the disappearance of a child or multiple children. He seems to prefer fog enshrouded streets and wooded areas as a way to conceal himself from being noticed. It should also be noted that children have been able to see him when no other adults in the vicinity could. Children also have dreams or nightmares concerning The Slender Man before their disappearance. Confiding these stories to their parents are met with the usual parental admonition: overactive imaginations.




Sightings

Even though The Slender Man is a total fabrication, people have already claimed sightings. He appears to the unwitting mostly at night, and most always peering out of wooded areas or near rivers. He has also been reported to peek inside left open windows and to walk out in front of lone motorists on long uninhabited roads. The Slender Man or men, have appeared everywhere from Japan, Norway, and America to name a growing few.


"we didn't want to go, we didn't want to kill them, but its persistent silence and outstretched arms horrified and comforted us at the same time..."

1983, photographer unknown, presumed dead.



One of two recovered photographs from the Stirling City Library blaze. Notable for being taken the day which fourteen children vanished and for what is referred to as "The Slender Man". Deformities cited as film defects by officials. Fire at library occurred one week later. Actual photograph confiscated as evidence.

1986, photographer: Mary Thomas, missing since June 13th, 1986

  • 09.04.2009 4:44 PM PDT

I carve a notch in my wall for every stall,
every fifth mark slants diagonal to symbolize your downfall...-AR

Entry #12 is out now...

God help us...all

  • 09.04.2009 5:16 PM PDT

I could imagine exactly like a divider for Dead Space.
Compare and contrast...

/thread.

[Edited on 09.04.2009 5:30 PM PDT]

  • 09.04.2009 5:28 PM PDT
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By the time you see me, it's to late.

Posted by: NINJA 7753
Entry #12 is out now...

God help us...all



It is quite cOLD in Russia, wouldn't you agree?

  • 09.04.2009 5:31 PM PDT

I carve a notch in my wall for every stall,
every fifth mark slants diagonal to symbolize your downfall...-AR

Posted by: Slender Man
Posted by: NINJA 7753
Entry #12 is out now...

God help us...all



It is quite cOLD in Russia, wouldn't you agree?

Oh just go -blam!- yourself you egotistical prick!

  • 09.04.2009 5:38 PM PDT
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By the time you see me, it's to late.

Posted by: NINJA 7753
Posted by: Slender Man
Posted by: NINJA 7753
Entry #12 is out now...

God help us...all



It is quite cOLD in Russia, wouldn't you agree?

Oh just go -blam!- yourself you egotistical prick!


Nah, i would rather not.

  • 09.04.2009 5:40 PM PDT

WHEN LIFE HANDS YOU: High Fructose Corn Syrup, Citric Acid, Ascorbic Acid, Maltodextrin, Sodium Acid Pyrophosphate, Magnesium Oxide, Calcium Fumarate, Yellow 5, Tocopherol and less than 2% natural flavors...

Make Lemonade!


Teabag twin #1 is here to kick ass and chew gum. And I'm all out of gum.

WHY ARE YOU BANNED OP! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

  • 09.04.2009 5:40 PM PDT

Keep it classy Flood.

Posted by: WalkinBonfire
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.

If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"

The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.

Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.

That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.


Potential video game plot in the making.

  • 09.04.2009 6:39 PM PDT

Keep it classy Flood.

How the hell didn't I know about this? (Reffering to the R0UGE ASSASSIN post)

  • 09.04.2009 6:47 PM PDT