Right. New post. Keep it short. Succinct. To the point.
I've been gone the past few days for two reasons:
1.) I've been doing some serious catching up on blogs and vlogs pertaining to everyone's favorite faceless stalker. I decided that if I'm want to live longer than a few months, knowledge is probably a good thing.
I caught up on a lot of the vlogs that I'd missed earlier, one of them being DarkHarvest00. I simply have to ask: why on God's green Earth would you view a video of some bizarre cult ritual (with rather catchy music, I must say; I need to speak to their basses about joining my school choir) and then go back and try to break in again? At what point do you throw in the towel and say "Screw this, I'm going home"? Although I do have to commend Alex (he of the much-cursed name, apparently): he is probably the only person I know of who hasn't wanted to go chasing Slendy into the trees at night.
I also caught up on CaughtNotSleeping, and am now suitably afraid, mostly because of the most recent video. Does this mean we can add telekinesis to the ever-growing list of Slendy's powers? As an aside, this was the second 'badass' to have died on camera (if he's actually dead) after Zeke. I'm starting to think Slendy has a snuff-film fetish.
2.) Slendersickness. Since my last post, I've had a few nasty
coughing fits, felt weak, had a constant splitting headache, and been
plagued by bouts of nausea. The upside? I figured out that the nausea
is usually a precursor to an encounter with the lanky bastard himself,
so I've been able to use it as a warning signal. The downside? I have
emetophobia (or at least, I'm relatively certain I do). Even a bit of
nausea sends me into total breakdown mode. Not fun. The good news is
that it's been clearing up over the past twelve hours or so, and I
should be perfectly fine by tomorrow.