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.