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.

Fun, Except Not

I dreamed again last night. Same dream as before.

I wish Dea would come back.

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.

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.