Hide and Seek

Guys I feel like I'm going crazy. Ever since the accident, I can't stop twitching. Looking over my shoulder, flinching at anything I hear.

When I'm not being driven to work or play practice, or at either of those things, I'm curled up in my room, with my laptop. Reading and reading and reading. I've read Proxiehunter's blog now. Maybe twice. I've read a few more, that Stewart guy, and Martin or whoever the hell he is now, and Pink.....

But there are... names now.... So many names. But names have power. You don't. I don't. You don't name these things. That's always the first mistake... that's what happens with Slendy... That's what's happening with Her, Him and It. I can't....

I can't name them.

I hear her constantly now. That stupid... stupid giggle as she walks around my house- and I know she is. Like I'll go to the bathroom at night, when I know my parents are sleeping, and I'll hear... Hear Her walking around, giggling. Surrounding me. In every room, in every corner but I never see her.

Right now I'm the Hider... and she's the Seeker. And she knows

Exactly

Where

I

Am.

She's a sadist. She's going to kill me. Jac keeps smiling when she sees me at practice. That stupid grin and... And she... she knows why I'm so twitchy.

I didn't... say it. Because I wasn't sure but... I saw Jac at the accident. She was there, on the side of the road. Watching me. No one else saw her, only me. Jac... Jac has to be one of Her Toys. If she isn't a proper Toy... then she's like what Stewart used to be, just a willing Toy who... who put herself there. Was she chased by Her too? Is that why she's here?

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Someone

please

help me

I want to Forget

I've been avoiding this all day.

But I'm so fucking angry right now. It has been two weeks. I thought I was good, safe. I don't know, some other lies I've been telling myself. But no, I can't even go a whole month without some goddamned dream or city or whatever other bullshit.

I even went camping and I'm still seeing things out of the corner of my eye. Thinking that I'm seeing that fucking City behind me, lurking or some bullshit. How do you even see a city in the middle of fucking nowhere? Even when I'm not keeping my mind on other things, I still hear that goddamned giggle echoing in my head. Over and over, it's driving me nuts.

And then last night. Fucking last night.

Fuck, fine, here. Have the dream.

.........

When I opened my eyes, I was at the bottom of the library stairs, picking up from the last dream I suppose... Initially I suspected the nearby children's section to look like... well the children's section from my local library... but I was wrong. It was wrong. More wrong than the entire wretched City that this library was within.

There weren't any children's drawings hanging from the walls, or any other nonsensical adornments you would expect from a children's section.

Well... no, there were papers, but they were all blank. Blank printer paper hanging from the walls. And on the bulletin board there were no notices or flyers. Instead there were letters, cut out white and grey printer paper. They didn't say anything coherent, just letters pasted up there in a mockery of language...

"FR  ADA RWEG" and "BDI QWPRN SKT"

Eventually, I stood up and walked into the children's section proper. On the bookshelves were effigies of books. Almost all of them were grey and the same size. When I grabbed one, the pages were either blank, or a scramble of letters similar to the walls. I wasn't even certain if they were all of the Latin alphabet. However, there were a few books that had cover art, though those books lacked clear messages as well. As I stepped out of one of the aisles, I saw movement within the adjacent hallway. And because I'm aware of the tropes that come with horror stories and general surrealistic stories...

I gave chase after the figure.

I ran after the moving shadow, down a hallway that was far too long to be found in a small town library. It felt like ages but finally I had reached the end, where...

Where the man from my Theater Dream stood. He stood there, with a script in his hand and a pen tapping the paper. His head was bowed, but I could see him grinning at me, smirking, laughing, daring me to do anything-

So I did.

And when I stepped forward, I fell. I fell and I fell and I fell. I fell down so far that Tartarus would be envious of the pit. And then... The Voice spoke, "You're skilled at Hiding. Better than your Running. Maybe you want to play Hide and Seek instead of Tag?" The Giggle echoed in my mind with the Voice's final words, "Well, it doesn't matter anyway. I'm going to Win. Because I always Win. And I always know where you are, Mariette."

And then I woke up.

.........

Ugh, even writing it is too much.... I do not need this during finals... I just want to forget.

New Dream

So... last night was a thing. So was today, but, you know, Easter. Different story for a different time.

For now, well.... I guess I'll get right into the point of this blog; the dream.


I dreamt of the city again, for the  first time in years. The City. Even now I can scarcely believe it.

.........

When I woke, I was on a street.

I was on a street, alone with only the familiar grey, sleek spires as my company. I heard no noise, saw no evidence of any human life surrounding me, and it... was terrifying. The silence had seemed near deafening, and there was a shiver down my spine that told me that this wasn't right.

That there was something I had to do.

And then I remembered-

I ran. I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran. I ran so far and for so long that I could feel my lungs burning, my feet bleeding, the bones in my legs aching for some sort of reprisal, a boon, any form of relief to end this hellish marathon. And even then, I continued to run, with the words from that far off dream ringing in my head. It was the only thing that kept me going, until my legs gave out and I was scraping my legs and knees across the asphalt of the road.

I felt like dying.

It was only when I could breathe that I looked up, and suddenly my body became immobile; I saw a Library.

It wasn't as if there was anything off about it perse. It wasn't anything epic or grand,it was just... a library. Like one you'd find in a small town run by kindly volunteers. Still, I felt my body give a tremble as I stared at the gray doors, gray like the spires and the road and the sky. This place felt wrong and I knew it, yet...

Yet somehow, I managed to get up, almost as if it was against my will, as if there were strings pulling my limbs up to stand, despite my body screaming for me to rest. I stared up once more at Library's looming figure before stumbling through those grey, grey doors.

I don't remember what I had expected, but I suppose it was only natural for it to seem near identical to the libraries of my childhood, it was my own dream after all. Even walking around, looking at all the books, it was impeccably replicated. Well, except for the complete and utter lack of human life of course, as seemed the new staple of The City.

As I further explored the library, I felt a sudden urge to go  down the stairs into the children's section, almost like a tug, pulling me down. But before I even took my first step on the creaky old stairs, I saw movement from the corner of my eye. I turned, trying to find the source when I heard that voi.... no... That Voice within my mind and behind me again.

"I tell you to Run and you plod along. What a defiant toy you are."

And instead of waking up peacefully, I felt my body being jerked back, down the stairs as a giggle echoed throughout my mind.



Then I woke up, as I felt the first step dig into my spine.

.........

Yeah, you could say that after that ordeal, going through the festivities today, well...Okay I may have been shaken up a bit, but it did make suffering through the pleasantries of the day a bit... more bearable.