Monday, May 23, 2011

More dreams

I've been on vacation all last week. I got home yesterday.
The vacation was so much fun. I got to take my mind off things for a while. I got to "run away from reality" you could say.
I wasn't even thinking about this. I almost forgot I was dealing with it.
But, for some reason, I had an insanely scary and weird dream.
It was completely random, there was nothing that could have triggered it.
Ok, so, in the dream, I was in a brightly lit room. There were two beds in the room, right next to each other but spaced apart. My parents were lying in the beds, mother on the left, father on the right.
But before I saw them lying there, I heard a scream and like, a cackle almost. I know none of those sounds came from my parents. They sounded, off. Like something a human shouldn't be able to sound like.
I then see movement out of the corner of my eye and see a hand put something in my hands. I could only the the hand and part of the wrist. This person was wearing something made of black fabric. 
I realize a knife is being put into my hands. It's covered in blood. 
I look and then see my parents. Both dead, lying in the beds, soaked in blood.
I then turn my head to try and see the person who gave me the knife, but they're gone. They just vanished.
I woke up with my body lower than my neck completely paralyzed. When I woke, my head was turning both ways very rapidly. I was very sore as well.

I don't know why I had that dream.

Thursday, May 12, 2011


I've decided to use my blog as a dream journal as well.
On this post, though, I'm not going to talk about a current dream.
I've actually been having this dream for a good chunk of my life, and I'm not sure what it means. 
The last time I dreamed about this was a couple months ago.
Anyway, I'll fall asleep and I'll find myself in a huge wooded area. In this dream I always appear as a little girl, no more than 6 years of age. I'll start walking and I'll feel as if someone is following me. I then come upon a small playground in the middle of the woods. It's just there. No paths, no houses, no nothing. It looks so out of place.
At this point I start walking towards the playground. It's not like I want to play in it or anything, it's just that an overwhelming feeling of curiosity comes over me, like something is there that I have to find. It suddenly gets dark as I come closer to the playground. Darker and darker until I'm in the middle of it. I see a pool of water in front of me. The full moon that had so unexpectedly appeared made it shimmer. It looks very beautiful. I walk towards the water and notice someone standing just beyond the pool, dressed in all black. It feels as though the person wants me to come closer but I can't reach them because I have an immense fear of swimming in the dark. (Yes, I am a pitiful child.) So then I see the person actually walking over the water towards me. I become scared and I wake up.

Every time I dream of this, it's always the same. Nothing ever changes. I've asked my parents about any areas like this I've been to as a child, but they know of none.

This place seems so familiar, yet so foreign.
I don't know.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Last Night's Occurances

Last night was wwwweeeeeiiirrrrrddd.

I woke up about an hour after I cozied up in my bed, ready for sleep last night.
Strangely exhausted. I've actually never felt so tired in my life. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I kid you not, I was fast asleep.
Anyway, after I woke up, I heard sounds of young children screaming and laughing outside my window. I was really dazed and disoriented for some reason. It could have been from waking up so suddenly, but I was up for about a half hour after I woke up. I got out of bed, used the bathroom, checked my failbook, etc. And I still felt dazed. I could hardly walk right or speak more than a few sentences without my speech slurring. I shrugged it off and went back to bed, but then about 5 minutes later I woke up again and heard someone shouting. It sounded like a man. It was pretty late at night, 12:30 or so, so I was a bit weirded out as to why someone would be shouting. It could have been a drunk or something (haha) but it still creeped me out to an extent. Oh yeah, I was still kind of disoriented. I went back to bed without any further disturbances, but I had an odd dream.

I was in a dark room. Everything was in black and white. I was able to make out what the room looked like a bit. It was like an old, damp basement. The floors were not carpeted and were "crumbling" you could say. There was a staircase to the far left of the room. I suddenly realized I was tied by my wrists and ankles to a chair. I tried calling out but only a fain whisper escaped my mouth. I then saw someone enter the room from the staircase. He wore a clean black suit and polished black shoes. I couldn't make out his face. It was blurred. Everything else about him stood out clearly, though. I've dreamed about this man before. I won't go into that dream in great detail here. I'll focus on last night's dream. Anyhow, he came closer to me and raised his hand and then I saw a blinding flash of light before me. My left leg started to hurt like HELL. Then, I guess from the shock, I woke up with a throbbing pain in my leg that took a while to wear off. I can't remember any more of that night.

I don't know what to think of this, really. I've been regularly experiencing sleep paralysis for some reason, too. I'll get into that on another post.

-abigail out, for now-

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

What's Going On?

I know what's happening but at the same time I don't.

Does that make any sense?

ANYWAY. Yesterday, while I was getting ready to go out, I spotted something smudged onto my mirror. The mirror in my bedroom I just cleaned earlier that day. It looks like an operator symbol. It actually looks A LOT like an operator symbol, if not exactly the same. It's hard to get a picture of it, because of the way the light reflects off of the mirror, but I can assure you, it's there. I just have absolutely no idea how it got on my mirror. None of my family members know about the operator symbol and its relation to Slender Man, or what's going on with me right now, and none of my friends have been over as of lately. It just appeared there only a few hours after I cleaned my mirror spotless!

Ah well, maybe I'm looking into this too much. It still gives me the shivers, though.

I refuse to wipe it off, though. Yeah I know I'm weird, no need to tell me twice, but I feel that if I do and someone I know in real life asks for proof I won't have any and they won't believe me. 

Off to bed now. I am strangely exhausted.

Introduction, I Guess.

Well, I suppose that since I'm starting a blog, I should at least have a simple introduction, to let all of you poor souls who stumbled upon this reading know who I am.

My name is Abigail, but call me what you wish. I prefer Abbey, but whatever. You do not need to know my last name. 
I am 15 years old, birthday in December. I am a fairly quiet girl, I don't like to talk much or call attention to myself.

But it seems here, I did the complete opposite.

You see, about three or so weeks ago, I have stumbled across these "things," happening.
And these things seem to be related to an oddly familiar slender fellow.
You know, Slender Man, Slendy, It, Him, Master, The Faceless, Faceless King, etc. etc.
It's quite uncanny of how many things I've dreamed about and experienced as a child and even now that are just so SIMILAR.

So, because things are getting pretty creep-tastic and fun, I've decided to post about them here, instead of the many, many bulletin posts I've been writing on my YouTube channel.
Go there. Stalk my comment box. You'll be glad you did. XD

Ta-ta for now. Will update later, or close to later, or tomorrow's today, or, well, yeah. You get the idea.