The Slender Asylum
The following journal entries were the only documentation found that weren't completely destroyed in the asylum. The state has declared it is not going to reoccupy after the brutal murder of 5 staff members, 2 doctors and 50 patients.
The autopsy reports confirm that all organs are missing from the bodies including the brain, while there was no physical entry into the brain cavity. All the signs indicate that this is a Slenderman slaying. Somehow, we have to cover this up, but I don't know if we'll be able to.
From James Norris
Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation
To Alexander Langly
Director of The Central Intelligence Agency
Carbon Copy to George Nelson
Director of Groom Lake Military Installation
Feb 15 2011
They called me crazy. They threw me in this place. I don't know why. My family doesn't even know I'm here. I've been here for 3 months, and they finally trust me enough to let me have a pencil and paper.
My name is Michael Hemmingway. I've seen a creature beyond anything I've ever seen. He stalks me and sometimes I think I really am crazy. But others have seen him, even a few of the staff. Nobody here knows what the fuck this thing is.
The doctors don't believe us, or the staff that say they see something. They said they were going to look at the playback of the security cameras. All the data was corrupted beyond any repair. One of the staff brought in film camera in one day. That night, he was found on his roof, impaled in a weather vane.
I don't know what's going on, but I want to get to the bottom of this. I don't care if this journal is destroyed, I just want to keep it to remind myself who I am, who I was.
I miss my family, I miss my friends. This... Thing, scares me. I'm always watching over my shoulder for it.
Feb 16 2011
A new person came today. He saw the creature and his hair stood on end and his skin went white. He had a look of recognition in his eyes. During dinner, I sat next to him. I asked him what that thing was. All he said was "Slenderman". That name struck me deep, as I heard children's tales about him. He was said to lurk in the woods, waiting for children to wander by and eat their souls. But I never believed in that shit.
I got to make a phone call today. I called my wife. We talked at length about our lives, about our love. When I said goodbye, after the click, I heard a voice. It told me not to hang up and to listen. It talked to me, it sounded like a voice synthesizer... It sounded almost exactly like Zordon from the original Power Rangers. It told me how I would stay there until I submitted to its will. I started yelling at the phone, who is this? The staff member looked at me, because he monitored our calls. I asked them if they heard the voice. He shook his head...
I'm going to try to talk to the doctor in the morning. I hope I live through this night.
Feb 17 2011
I saw the doctor today and told him what happened last night. I told him I wanted any pills that would stop these episodes. He looked at me with a very serious face. He told me that crazy people don't know they're crazy. He's into the paranormal and he is going to stay with us tonight.
As I'm sitting here writing this, the doctor is sitting in the common room with me and the others that have seen the man. He has a recorder, a thermal camera and a night vision camera. He has something called a PX device. He said it's mostly a toy, although sometimes it does come out with something paranormal.
The night went on without any problems. The doctor left the PX device and the recorder in the common room for the night, even though tomorrow is Saturday. He said he's going to come back for them tomorrow.
Feb 18 2011
The doctor came back like he promised. It's raining outside. It never rains here. We listened to the recorder and nothing was on there from the device. We were disappointed.
The new guy that told me the name of this creature killed himself today. We don't know what happened, but some people are saying he overdosed on sleeping pills. I doubt I can sleep tonight... Jesus in Heaven please save me.
Credited to Undead.Phoenix
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