15th Entry

Readers, a lot has happened since my last post.

The mansion is... well, things aren't exactly going as we had hoped. I haven't been able to post lately due to all the craziness... I'll try to get back to updating you as often as possible.

Everyone has been busy around the house, and here are a couple of reasons why.

Firstly, Mystery has gone to find the Executor and save her niece... If you follow the creep's blog, you already know he has her. If Shady had been here, maybe we could have stopped Mystery from going alone and sent the two together but... Mystery decided that this was something she had to do alone. I wish I could see inside Mystery's head, to know what she's thinking and if she is still alright, but we all have to trust that she is doing the right thing by hunting down the Executor alone... I pray that she is safe...

I had to resist chasing after her, but I realized that with Mystery gone I'd have to step up and take on some of the responsibilities. All I can do is wish her well. She left us with a great deal of supplies and notes on spells and such, and some items that should help us if we should run into trouble... Magic weapons and things like that. Instructions on how to use them... I don't know anything about this stuff, but I think we'll manage. The wards are still up, and she left us a bunch of information on everything that she has already done to protect the mansion. It's a lot to cover, and I don't want to disclose too much information to the public, but she definitely did us a huge favor before she left.

Mystery, I hope to see you again soon... You always have us here, waiting for you to come home to your family. I wish you hadn't left so soon, I feel like I was just starting to really get to know you. Thanks for trying to cheer me up and keep me going whenever I was falling into an emotional gutter. Please don't get yourself hurt.

Who knows what's going to happen now... All I know is that we're going to do this together, we're going to figure this out.

Next big thing... I'm a father. DeMii gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, and I can't describe how beautiful they both are. I love you, DeMii, and I love our daughter.

It is a blessing in itself that DeMii survived the pregnancy and the birthing. I... I am so thankful to still have you, especially in all of this...

I wish I could write my emotions about all of this onto this paper, but its... immense. I don't know where to start. Despite the abrupt disappearance of Mystery and all of the other craziness, I'm in a state of profound happiness...

This is also another reason I couldn't chase after Mystery, I need to stay and protect DeMii and all the others...

As for dealing with MASC, I'm gonna try and take over where Mystery left off. I'm not nearly as good as Mystery at negotiations and such, but I can try my best until Shady comes back and we can figure this all out.

I typed the rest of this post up last night, and I'm inserting it below.

I'll update you on things related to the entire group later.

Until then,
-Doctor Proctor

-- More details on my past --

Last entry I briefly touched on my past. Today, I'd like to discuss it a little bit more.

It's obvious that some kind of evil was connected to the story about the skinny man who ate children. A supposedly innocent campfire horror story that went wildly wrong. Something happened after that story was told, some monster was summoned into my life. That creature is what most people call the Slender Man. I call him by a few different names, most of which I learned at a young age. These nicknames have stuck throughout the years, and are goofy or (depending on my mood) vulgar.

Daddy Long-Legs. The Anorexic Freak. Mr. Clean. Hangman. The Abductor. White Fingers. Faceless. Tree Spirit. Michael Jackson.

Yeah, lots of fun names. I don't know where a lot of  them originated from... Some of them were just jokes, while some of them are more legitimate than others.

I always get a headache when I start writing about him and my past. It would be funny if it wasn't so painful...

So, anyways, now you know how it started. A couple weeks after my first encounter with the Slender Man, my parents pulled me out of the pack. They started worrying for my safety, but I still saw him sometimes. He was watching me from my backyard once. Looking back now, I wasn't exactly scared of him. I was more... fascinated... And I was confused. I wanted to know who he was, but I didn't want to have to ask him. I would always tell my parents when I saw him, but he'd always disappear before they could see him...