In Jane's* Memory

Hey, its Noel again. I thought I would take some time to explain things in a bit more detail. Okay... I have had this friend. We'll call her Jane, I'm not sure her parents would like me to disclose her actual name. About a year ago we were having a sleepover at her house with a couple of other people. I've always been really interested in scary things, gore, the like. I thought it would be funny to introduce them to Marble Hornets. I showed them the clip with Masky in the room, the one where he comes out of nowhere. Everybody was scared, they screamed and I stopped the video. The boys burst out laughing, easing the girls' fears until the mood was light again. Anyways, they asked me about the videos. I told them it was these hoax videos about the "Slender Man", this monster made up from the internet. My friend, Jane (who was very good at art, mind you), looked at me, her eyes almost glazed over. She just sat there a moment, until everybody noticed something was very obviously wrong with her. We said her name, she didn't respond, just looked down at her hands. Suddenly, she jumped up and grabbed one of her sketchbooks, picking up a pencil and flipping to a blank page. She quickly scribbled out what looked like a room, in the point of view of a person in a bed. At the end of the bed she drew A tall, skinny man, wearing a black suit. No face. We all stared in silence as she viciously scratched out the black tentacles emanating from his back, her hands literally shaking, her breathing shallow. When she deemed it substantial, she picked it up and turned it towards me. As far as I knew she had never heard of him before, nor seen him. She had drawn the Slender Man perfectly.

"Is this what he looks like?" She asked.

I stuttered out a mumbled 'yes'. I was in awe, I was actually getting pretty frightened. I asked her how she knew, if she had seen the videos before. She said she hadn't, that she had seen this in her room when she was a child.

That was weird in itself. She had a rough childhood, her parents were violent and fought a lot of the time. She was in the middle of it. She had been to doctors, to therapists. By the time she was thirteen she didn't remember any of her childhood before. The only things she "remembered" were from pictures she had seen. The doctors said it was her mind that did it. It was a defense mechanism that her mind forced upon her. They had expected it was from her parents' fighting. Now, I wasn't so sure. I found my sense and pulled the computer back onto my lap pulling up the pictures of the Slender Man on Google Images. I showed them to her. How similar her drawing was to it.

God... I should've never showed her the video... If I hadn't, the memory wouldn't have resurfaced, she wouldn't be dead...

Anyways, after this she became obsessed. She drew him all the time. Sometimes they would be scribbles, sometimes they would be really extensive. I have them somewhere. They're in a box of stuff her parents let me have from her room. I'll go through them when I have time and post some of them on here. Back to the story. She barely talked. Her grades in school were slipping. That's when SHE started to slip. She would come to school wearing something she probably just picked up off her floor without comprehending what she was wearing. Her hair was a mess. Her fingers and hands were always a slate grey from her constant drawing. She looked horrible. I didn't know what to do... One day in our study hall period she stopped drawing and looked up at me. She said she had seen him again. Recently. She said he was outside her window, then in her doorway, then right beside her bed. She hadn't slept in days. I put it off as nothing, she was obviously hallucinating. At least, that's what I thought then. She didn't come to school the next day. Nor the day after that. Nor the day after that. I was getting a little worried so I drove over to her house to see what was up. I knocked on the door for awhile before her mother answered. She was crying. She looked at me and I knew. She had gone missing. Well, "missing". I knew where she was. What had happened to her.

They never found her. I miss her. Sometimes I can still hear her laugh. At least, the way she used to laugh before HE took over her life.

Her disappearance is what caused two of my friends and I to do this. To research, to prove, to uncover the truth. We are going to shed some light on this. On HIM. This is his game and we are the players. Now, we just have to figure out how to win.

We are mourners. We are missionaries. We are truth-seekers.
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