APRIL 22, 2012

Log from April 22^nd:

She has shown no sign of regaining consciousness, but it appears as though she used my computer.

She left several news stories open on my browser. One dates back to 1999, concerning the identification of a body; his body was nearly destroyed on the surface, but tests confirmed that the body was that of a school teacher who worked at [REDACTED]. Just outside downtown Ottawa, closer to the south end.

Apparently, there were rumours that he was a pedophile. He had been preying on students for years. The murderer was never found…but his body was empty.

His blood had been drained, but no one ever found a drop.

April 22^nd (evening):

Jack and I are reading through his book. He was upset that the Mistress has not awakened yet. I hoped to calm him by bleeding for her even more, but it seems that I am running low. I can hardly move, for the vertigo, and I am extremely weakened. I can no longer tell whether my body is freezing, or my apartment. I am so cold and numb that it feels like I am on fire.

THE SMILING MAN BEDTIME STORY:

His love for me is shallow

And where he goes, there’s aloe

It’s a matter of fir

Before I end up like her

He’s left me a bouquet

I can’t lily him away

I accept the bittersweet

I’ll be strewn across the street

He will rip me apart

If it means he’ll have my heart

Cyclamen, my friend

Begonia his stalking trend.

THE SLENDER MAN BEDTIME STORY:

Excuse me, sir, you’re in this film

It seems you have no face

I feel as though you’re watching me

But that can’t be the case

You are in every corner

Should I bother trying to run?

I fear for my sanity

And you’re just having fun

Are you driving me to suicide

Or trying to make me yours?

I feel as though you’ve tainted me

Your mark is in my pores

Don’t make me your proxy

I can’t bear to be your slave

But you’ve had me since childhood

So drag me to my grave.