Lying Low (For Now)

Still hiding out. I'm trying desperately to stay off people's (things') radar until I can get away.

I did manage to get back into my room after a while, though they're still monitoring me. I'm using one of Dea's zany theoretical thingies- some kind of mystical 'keep out' sign, apparently- to keep them from coming into the room itself, and that at least seems to work fine. Not that I should trust that at all.

Im Okay

Well, mostly okay, anyway.
The raid went... um. I don't actually know what to call it. I'm not dead, but I didn't get any helpful information and I did get hurt.

I got in okay by use of the most ancient and mystical art of 'look like you know where you're going and what you're doing and people will assume you're supposed to be there'. Then somebody noticed I *wasn't* supposed to be there. I ducked into what I thought was a broom closet but turned out... not to be.

The room was almost painful to look at. As I remember it (which is probably a poor metric indeed) it was at the same time both so large I could not see the walls or ceiling and normally sized.

There were a lot of people in that room.

So I ducked out, grabbed something off a table on the way out the front door, and ran for my life. The book I risked my life for turned out to be somebody's English textbook.

I had to lie low for a bit- in fact, I still am lying low, this post is being written from my smartphone and posted via wifi stolen from McDonalds via the roof.

So yeah. Disastrous, but not as bad as it could have been. Also I have good-ish news- it seems only a fraction of the Club is actually hollowed. The rest are still normal, or sane enough to act like it.

And North? I think we'd better call off the meeting for now. My "brilliant plan" attracted a lot of attention.

Rock and a Hard Place

I should be getting out of here. I looked up the rules for a reason. I'm trying very hard not to act too stupid. Because I'm not. Stupid, I mean. I have a backpack full of supplies all ready to go, just in case. When the risks get too bad,  I'm gone.

But I can't. Not yet.

H(a)unting: Advice

H(a)unting: Advice: Well, I'm caving. Who wants some tips that have helped me out? (Please note that these, at times, will completely contradict the advice of ...

More useful info. Reblogged for future reference.

Fun, Except Not

I dreamed again last night. Same dream as before.

I wish Dea would come back.

Bluh.

I'm not going to class today. This is more important.

I don't think I'll be going back for a long time... maybe not ever.

It's a pity, but first I'll be decoding the journal Dea left me, and right after that I'm leaving for parts unknown. No point being a sitting duck, after all.

I don't think I'll miss it. I always hated school.

Dreams...

I dreamed last night. Not that that's unusual or anything, because I remember lots of dreams, but this one doesn't fit my usual pattern. So it goes here, on suspicion of being a Slenderdream.

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even in DArkness Come whaT mAy you are Found reGardless of anything
even in DArkness Come whaT mAy you are Caught withoUt fail
There iS nO escApe for one suCh as yOu Girl

diE beCaUse You are weak your CORpse will never be found Cry for your Pathetic fate Scream for help it will not come there iS no one to Save you

i am coming

Technically Not Quite Right, But...

There are seven crows outside my window. (That I can see, anyway.)
'A secret that cannot be told', from that old magpie rhyme.

Appropriate, given what I've found out from Dea's notebook. That would be nothing, by the way.
Most of her handwriting is illegible, or covered by drawings, or nonsense. What is readable and coherent enough to parse makes no sense.

...maybe she didn't intend for me to understand it.

I hope she did.

On a Lighter Note

Thanksgiving was awesome. Saw my grandparents, cousins, etc., ate more than I usually do (I won't say that's much, 'cause it's not), fooled around. School has been out since Wednesday (not officially, but campus was pretty much deserted) and I'm just chilling.

No sign of Him. I guess he took a break too, haha.

And He Shall Appear

Welp. He showed up, followed me around for a bit, then vanished.

The fog's gone now, too.

Dea's nⓍtebook is illegible. I'm not sure how helpful it will be.

That's all for now- I need to eat something. Or I could starve, I guess, but that sounds kind of miserable.

Speak of the Devil

"Hm. Nothing much has happened recently. Maybe it was a fluke?"

That's my last Tweet, word for word. Now it's misty outside and I have an ominous feeling about it...


Considering others' observations, this isn't looking good at all...

Still, I haven't actually seen Him yet, which is a good sign.

The Tutorial: The 3 Rules

The Tutorial: The 3 Rules: I hate it when people who have no idea what they're doing cover that up with 'I have it under control.' No you don't have it under control ...

This seems pretty helpful. Reblogged for future reference.

Well, Here I Am

Well, here I am, I guess. Greetings, I am Erin Ashe, apparent stalk-ee of an Internet meme.

I hail from Twitter, where I was not notable at all, and before that from real life, where I was even less notable.

Right now, I have a missing (likely dead) roommate, a nⓍtebook full of crazy drawings and gibberish that makes no sense, and what research I have done off the Internet.

Well, this is my nⓍtebook. Full of gibberish that might not mean anything, but still a record. Any thoughts I have, on my problem with Tall Dark and Scary or anything else, will go here.

Welcome. It's gonna be a wild ride.