Title has nothing to do with how today went, but does have to do with this next section of my story I'm about to tell. I haven't seen Him today, but just because He's not bothering with me right now doesn't mean He's not messing with some of my fellow bloggers out there. Stay strong you guys.
Also, I did end up throwing that pad at him. He stared at me, and then at it, then back at me, and then He picked it up and began inspecting it. After I ran back inside, I peaked out my window and He was gone. Today, I found a pack of the exact type of pads on my door step. With a fucking note. It said, "Hope this is enough (x)". Bet it was a fucking Proxy cause I don't think He has any clue what those are. At least, I hope He doesn't, or the world just got a little more fucked up than it already was. Anyways, on to the story.
After that first sighting, I saw him everywhere. And I mean, EVERYWHERE. Whenever I turned my head, He was there. I could always see him out of the corner of my eyes. Sometimes I'd stare back at Him, other times I'd just try and ignore Him. For the next week, nothing much happened. Stacia didn't seem to notice him, as much as I could tell. It wasn't until the next week, when she came into my room, looking particularly scared, that I asked.
"You seeing him too?" I asked. She just nodded, and went over to my window to peak out. I knew, even before she shuddered and looked away, what she saw. He was out there, like normal. Well, as normal as He could be.
"I'm going to tell Mom and Dad," She said. I shook my head really fast and told her that that was NOT a good idea, that we shouldn't involve more people than had already been dragged in.
"I don't care, I can't handle this. I need them to know." I could see the tears in her eyes, and so I agreed to help convince them. We found them both relaxing in their room, and as soon as we walked in Stacia started crying and spilling everything. She didn't even need me to say anything. Except when they told her it was all in her head and that there was nothing to be afraid of. I got mad.
"Nothing to be afraid of? This THING kills people every day!" They looked at me like I was crazy. I rolled my eyes, seeing they still didn't believe us. I dragged them both into my room and pointed out the window.
"Look for yourself and tells us it's all in our heads." I thought that, like a lot of people, they actually wouldn't see him and would just be like 'WTF we looking at?'. Instead, they both gasped, and their eyes got as big as dinner plates. The both started babbling quite incoherently, and making gestures out the widow, and I nodded.
"Yeah, I know, right?" I said, glancing between the both of them. I knew they needed time to cool down and process so I let them go back to their room, though they periodically came back in to peek out my window again and again. Every time, so as not to disappoint, He was there. I gave Martin links to all the blogs I had fund so far, and told him to read up.
After a few days of research, he decided he wanted to try and find Slenderfuck's weakness.
And that's where I'll end for today. I know some of you may call me an idiot for getting a whole family involved, but I take responsibility. It was my fault, but there's nothing I can do about it now. What's done is done. Now all we need to do is stay strong and keep fighting. Also, the use of the 'nicknames' Slenderfuck, Slendershit, and Slendercock I got from Ava, over on her blog, The London Librarian. :3