(Source: its-just-another-lie)
He quickens his pace to match Tim’s change of pace. He stepped heavily at times, hearing the leaves crunch under his feet. The liar is not going to get away. Not this time. Blasky also changed the path he followed to be closer to the street. He could sense the fear coming from the other man. It excited him even. The mask wanted to be chased. The plan was set and the game was on. This was going to be a terrifying game of cat and mouse.
Tim takes a final drag and savors the flavor of tobacco before throwing the butt down and taking off down the street in a full sprint.
Stop. Stop god dammit, no, this… this isn’t…
He wasn’t sure where he was running to, but he sure as hell wasn’t running home. Home, of all places, is meant to be a refuge. But where should a lost child run when his house is nothing more than a trap with a bed?
Woods… I could lose him in the woods!
Tim now frantically tries to calculate the quickest route to the park, but nothing comes to mind as he ventures into an unfamiliar-looking part of the town.
The liar is becoming more and more stressed by the chase. It will get good soon.
Blasky lightened up his footsteps and continued to pursue Tim. Wherever he is going, he will most likely run himself into a corner. The other mask, while not himself, was akin to a small rabbit; nervous, jumpy, but not too good at running. He was easily observable as well. His habits making actions obvious, usual, and as mentioned before, boring.
The mask decided to continue following Tim until he reached somewhere not so public. The woods would be a good place to cut him off at.
Tim stops; dead in his tracks. Motionless. Still breaths. Sweat in his palms.
Rock; he thinks.
It’s just a rock.
He relaxes his upper body a bit, however, his bottom half is still frozen in a silent fear.
No change. Nothing’s happening. You’re going to go home, take a pill, have a smoke and go to sleep.
To be sure, he scans the area around him. Any sign of movement, of disturbance; but to no avail. The town is just as dead as ever. He tightens his coat around him and walks at a brisker pace, taking in the realization that activity might pick up again. Despite that, he still murmurs the succulent lies, so bitter sweet on his tongue, to himself.
No change.
No change.
He quickens his pace to match Tim’s change of pace. He stepped heavily at times, hearing the leaves crunch under his feet. The liar is not going to get away. Not this time. Blasky also changed the path he followed to be closer to the street. He could sense the fear coming from the other man. It excited him even. The mask wanted to be chased. The plan was set and the game was on. This was going to be a terrifying game of cat and mouse.
(Source: thisbitterworld-isinmyhands, via ohsnapslenderman)
“Everything checks out.”
Those were the doctor’s words; the same thing every time. It’s as if the medical documents on his clipboard were a script and he was just reading off of it.
“Just remember to take one of the blue pills a day and the white ones an hour apart as needed.”
Right.The same thing. Always.
“Your follow-up is in two weeks.”
No change.
Tim shook his doctor’s hand, nodded, thanked him; the usual routine. His face was stung by the air outside. That cold, bitter, wintery air Tim knew all too well. Lighting up a cigarette, he began to walk home in the afternoon’s darkness.
No change.
The liar is right on time…
Blasky has been observing the other mask’s movements for awhile now. They were routine, boring even. After following him on his usual walk for awhile, Blasky picked up and pitched a rock onto the sidewalk just ahead of Tim’s stride. He then ducked behind a tree to wait for the gaze of the other mask to be upon the area he was hiding in.
It’s time for a wake up call.
observation amongst the blind .: jayhasacamera: observation amongst the blind .: jayhasacamera:…
Driving down the road at some asinine time in the morning, with heavy eyelids and a chest full of…
Jay stepped out of the car with a flashlight. The fog was thick as syrup and his flashlight barely penetrated more than a few feet outside of it. He had to be areful. Something could be out here, not a someone, something. “Tim? Alex?” He called out stepping away farther from the car peering around desperately trying to see something. He was getting restless, and he was so distracted and the fog was so thick he did not see the drop off. He fell, almost completely down the hill but managed to grab hold of a satisfying amount of dirt and grass, but his feet still dangled over the edge of the gorge he was on. His feet managed to dig into the side of the hill and he was able to pull himself up, gasping ashtematically, he saw he had lsot his flashlight in his panic. Standing up he looked over the hillside that had nearly claimed his life. It was identical to the one from his dream of the meteor. He felt like the bottom of his stomach had fallen out and suddenly he was running back to his car as fast as he could. He had to go now.
Blasky watched Jay’s struggle to overcome his apparent stupidity with slight stupor at just how foolish this target was being. He circled around to the driver’s side of the car as Jay went on his mad dash to his brush with death. The mask observed Jay nearly fall to his death and then climb back up the hill, now looking a complete mess. Then the target made a break for the open door of the car. Keeping his word, Blasky moved to the door of the car and slammed it shut. He stared straight ahead at the target, tilting his head to the side menacingly when he made eye contact. It was time for a chase.
Driving down the road at some asinine time in the morning, with heavy eyelids and a chest full of yawns, Jay decided that it would be a good time to call it a night. He turned off the next exit, and found a rest stop to pull into. He…
It never did occur to Jay to just turn on the car and drive away. He had every means and ability too, but instead he went with his usual method of investigation. He grabbed his camera, checking the footage, he beheld that the fog and mist had appeared very suddenly on his windows. But in that mist there had been a shadow, that moved when Jay had honked the horn. There was someone, or something out there. Jay felt like a prisoner. Whoever was out there was toying with him. But what if it was Tim? What if he startled him with the honk and he tripped fell and his head? What if he was having a seizure? His head was starting to hurt, and he was beginning to think of increasingly illogical scenarios of who that shadow might have been. He had to be careful, and smart, because if he made a bad move, it might be his last. He set the camera to record on the dash and rolled down the window, “is anyone out there?” He asked into the empty silence of the night.
Blasky watched as the target rolled down the window and speak into the open air. He thought about how foolish the target is to make himself open to an attack. Anyone could simply rush the car now and rip him out of the seat, never to be seen again. It sickened him to see the target making such a foolish decision after all of this time. He obviously learned nothing from the videos. They must have confused him or went completely ignored. How pathetic an existence it must be to be so unknowing, so painfully unobservant. It was then that Blasky decided his next move. If Jay was foolish enough to leave his vehicle with that recording device, Blasky would lead him on an “entry” that should teach him to pay attention. He picked up a small rock and waited for Jay’s next move.
Driving down the road at some asinine time in the morning, with heavy eyelids and a chest full of yawns, Jay decided that it would be a good time to call it a night. He turned off the next exit, and found a rest stop to pull into. He reclined his seat and set up his security camera. Hotels were quickly draining what was left of his bank account, and he still had to afford to eat and drive. As always, he opened up his phone, looking on his contact list of his parents numbers, before snapping it shut. He would not be calling them. He could not call them. Clicking the engine off he turned to his side and closed his eyes. Things were getting bleak, and he had no idea how he was going to be able to continue onward in this void of despair in search of some possible conclusion. He was exhausted, and so, he slept.
The target was near. Blasky followed him to the empty parking lot that Jay called home for the evening. It was simple for the mask to follow. Jay never seemed to try too hard in hiding where he was going. Perhaps it was malicious intent of him wanting to be followed, but it was most likely just him being foolsih. Regardless, it did not matter the ability of the target in hiding, Blasky would find them. It was his job and he followed this target. Blasky approached the car silently, only the nearly silent sound of his breathing accompanied by the whisp of breath that blew through his mask into the cold night air signs that this mask was worn by a living thing. He looked into the car to see the target fast asleep. The mask tilted his head to the side, it has been so long since he’s slept. The sight of a sleeping person was curious to him now. They always appear so calm, so very unaware, so almost dead…
Jay saw flashes of nightmares that monsters under your bed had. His dreams were a haunted carnival of torment and absolute horror, not the gentle escape they had used to be. He saw Tim, spasming in his apartment, the final moments of Seth and Brian, and his own foolish attempt to take on that mysterious figure that was at the center of the maelstrom of this madness. He twitched, and jerked, and saw flashes of lightning in his dreams, and the faceless Operator peering into the darkest reaches of his soul. The skies held a meteor, crashing down through the lightning bolt sky and burning the foliage around him, turning it into ash and cinder. It was coming closer, and was going to strike him down from the hilltop on which he stood captivated in horror. His elbow shot out, honking the horn and startling himself awake. He saw something to his right, but he could not tell if it was his reflection or not. The windows had longed fogged up. He suddenly felt cornered. The windows were misted and steamed beyond visibility, and he had no knowledge of what may or may not be outside.
The target moved so suddenly and made such an annoying loud noise that the calm observer jumped. He was not expecting such a sudden movement from this Jay. It was obvious that he was haunted by nightmares, yes, but the odd sudden movements that people make in their dreams were never understood by Blasky. These ponderings were not right for the moment, however. The target could move soon or even catch sight of him. He did not want to deal with any aggression tonight. He left his usual means of defense, a machete, back in his hideout. Blasky instead backed up to the usual blind spot of anyone in a car, the back right corner, and watched for Jay’s next move.
Driving down the road at some asinine time in the morning, with heavy eyelids and a chest full of yawns, Jay decided that it would be a good time to call it a night. He turned off the next exit, and found a rest stop to pull into. He reclined his seat and set up his security camera. Hotels were quickly draining what was left of his bank account, and he still had to afford to eat and drive. As always, he opened up his phone, looking on his contact list of his parents numbers, before snapping it shut. He would not be calling them. He could not call them. Clicking the engine off he turned to his side and closed his eyes. Things were getting bleak, and he had no idea how he was going to be able to continue onward in this void of despair in search of some possible conclusion. He was exhausted, and so, he slept.
The target was near. Blasky followed him to the empty parking lot that Jay called home for the evening. It was simple for the mask to follow. Jay never seemed to try too hard in hiding where he was going. Perhaps it was malicious intent of him wanting to be followed, but it was most likely just him being foolsih. Regardless, it did not matter the ability of the target in hiding, Blasky would find them. It was his job and he followed this target. Blasky approached the car silently, only the nearly silent sound of his breathing accompanied by the whisp of breath that blew through his mask into the cold night air signs that this mask was worn by a living thing. He looked into the car to see the target fast asleep. The mask tilted his head to the side, it has been so long since he’s slept. The sight of a sleeping person was curious to him now. They always appear so calm, so very unaware, so almost dead…