Fuck man Fuckfuckfuck.
Daniel’s dead. He’s deaddeaddead.
He killed himself in his room. It took us four hours to finally find the key to the door, and we find him dead, in a puddle of his own blood. He slit his wrists. With the blood gushing out from his wounds, he wrote the word “Embrace” on the window next to his bed.
We can’t leave the house. We won’t leave the house. You see, whenever we look outside, we see the Slender Man hiding behind a tree across the street.
He’s taller than the tree itself, so there’s no point in hiding.
Why is he trying to hide from our gaze?!
I hate this. I hate this.
Tim still isn’t back. He hasn’t been back since last Tuesday. I hope he’s okay.
The clocks have stopped in the house.