Saturday, June 18, 2011

A parting gift

Hello Zed.
I'm still very upset about you trying to kill me.
I know how your the state your head is in right now so let me remind you how that went.
It was an utter failure.
The reason your still alive is because you didn't even got close to killing me.
You tried to slit your own throat you idiot.
I was able to stop you before you even touched the knife.
But your attempt was very upsetting.
So i decided to give you what you wanted.
I left.
I have a new host now.
Remember the proxie i killed at the gas station?
The dead make better puppets than the living.
But don't think i left you without saying goodbye.
Your may think you arm is broken but you should take a peak under the cast.
Do you think i would repay a death attempt in broken bones?
I would advise changing your password to something less predictable from now on.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Red right Hand

I'm feeling somewhat better now. I still can't get my memories straight. I jumped of a building. I stabbed a power socket. I hung myself. Each time I try to remember it's different. Each of them seem real. All my memories before that are just a bunch of headache inducing bright colors. At least Indrid is gone now. Not dead, but gone. I think it would take a lot more than the death of his host to kill him.

My right arm is currently broken, likely happened during my suicide attempt. I don't know how to measure the freshness of a cast but I know that to get one I would have to have been at a hospital at some point. I guess the next thing to do is check the area for Hospitals and see if anyone remembers me. I'm going to have to make up a really good excuse for how I broke my arm and lost the memory of it. Car crash maybe?

Oh and I figured out what I lost. For the longest time I kept thinking that there was something I was supposed to be reading, so I looked back Indrid's last few posts on my blog and figured it out. 40 odd American Legends by Elissa K. Guiles is missing. Indrid Cold still has his clue to the Ark.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Do you know what happens to a person when they hit the ground after jumping of the 23rd floor of a building? It should be dead. I should be dead. I don't even know why. I know I'm missing something. Something stolen. Or something ruined? I need to clear my head. At least it left.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Killing Indrid Cold

I understand now. The sand and the water are just representations of what is really happening. They are just illusions designed to confuse me. I can control more now, move my hands when he is not paying attention, and Indrid does not pay much attention to anything anymore. He is completely obsessed with that book to the point of ignoring everything else.

If Indrid Cold is not stopped soon he is going to find the arc. He does not even know what the ark really is, or what it really does. He just wants to burn the world and I think I'm the only one who has the opportunity to end him. My plan of action is simple, I'm going to end us both.


Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Silence in the Library

Got to that library in navada today.
It's in a small town called montview.
Why a town this size would even have a public library eludes me.
The library was padlocked and looked like it rusted a long time ago.
I broke in through a window on the back.
The interior was coated with a thin layer of dust.
Thankfully everything was still organized.
I suppose i have the dewy decimal system to thank for that.
I found the book i was looking for.
I found "40 odd American Legends" by Elissa K. Guiles.
I am one step closer to the ark.
- Indrid

Hello? Is anyone reading this? The sand showed me the last thing i wrote. It usually just shows me what Indrid  Cold is doing. Driving a car, sharpening my knife, skulking around some long forgotten library, and that grin, that awful grin. He NEVER STOPS GRINNING. But if i see it in the sand then it must be on the outside.

The wind use to blow away everything I wrote in the sand. Now the water comes up the beach and washes it away. There are so many fish in that ocean, some are bright and silver, but I know there are dark things at the bottom. I caught one of the fish once, it was laughing about someone getting kicked by a horse. I think that they are....... knowledge.

If you are reading this there are some things you should know. Indrid Cold can't see me here. I don't know how i know that but i do. I figured out that i was never stalked by Slender Man, this entire time it has been Indrid. The lights, the electrical  problems, the footprints, it's been Indrid the whole time. In the time between March and May I found the Ark or the Arc or whatever you want to call that abomination. Whatever happens don't let Indrid Cold get to it.

It's hard to read blogs through the sand. From what i can make out something happened to Slice, someone called "Kay" is mad at Indrid, and Zero is back. I never met Zero when he was around. From what i gathered he was some kind of great leader to allot of us. Now that he's back things should get better. I think the waves are stopping, and the wind seems to be picking up agai-.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

On the road again

First things first.
Amelia, that girl that Zero feels guilty about is alive.
I hope thats enough to end the rampage.
Here is the link to where she has been posting:
Now on to other news.
I'm still headed to nevada.
Whenever i stopped to put gas in the car there would be a few people that would stare at me.
I got tired of it by the fourth time.
He was hiding behind the back of the gas station.
Rushed him and broke his neck before he could pull a weapon.
Found a portable internet router and a proxie mask in his car.
Found his wallet as well.
If your a relative of Cody Malec then you should arrange a funeral or something.
- Indrid

Monday, May 9, 2011

Zed has Mail

Just found out that Zed has a email account.
You can now email me at ""
- Indrid