I went back to my apartment to pick up some of my stuff, as it seems like I'll be staying at Isaac's longer than I thought I would be. There's no worse feeling than knowing someone other than yourself has been in your house. As soon as I walked in the door, I could feel something was not right, and turning on the lights proved it. The house was torn to shit. Couch cushions torn and thrown around. Table, chair, and couch flipped over. My bed was torn into pieces. There was... writing on the wall. Looked familiar to me. "012010" is read. I went to go check my backyard and see if there was anything there. There was nothing there, but there sure as hell was something missing. After what happened with my dog, I buried it in my backyard, so she'd always be close, you know? The grave was dug up and what was left of the body was gone, making my bad day that much worse. I grabbed some of my stuff that was still in tact and got the hell out of there. Felt like something was still lurking.

He's been around more. I don't see him, but there's this... feeling you get when he's around. Pure fear. I look over my shoulder constantly now. It's a sad day when you can't even surf the internet without feeling like you're going to be taken at any moment.

I have some leads on Slender Man. Local legends, newspaper clippings, eye witness reports from over the years. I'm going to check them all out tomorrow and report back.

I also think I know why I've been having these... moments. But it's all just speculation at the moment, so I'm not going to bother explaining it.

I'm getting sick of this feeling, so I'm going to (try) to get some sleep.

Night folks. Always look back.