Slendersickness is Real: The Human Doll

9/25/2015 8:36pm

I'm documenting this to see what happens and if slendersickness is real. My name is Charlotte Vale, I work as a researcher and this is diary entry #1. I'm a big fan of creepypastas, you know, Slenderman, Zalgo, Eyeless Jack, Jeff the killer, Jane the killer, all those people. I've seen multiple videos all over social media about people doing the proxy pledge, making the 8 pages, and then feeling ill or having some sort of sickness, also known as Slendersickness. So, I drew the 8 pages and wrote the proxy pledge on a piece of paper, went into the woods behind my house, hung up the pages on the trees, and said then said proxy pledge. I then went home and said Slenderman's name in the mirror 3 times before sleeping with the 8 pages under my pillow. Side note: don't sleep with the 8 pages under your pillow because the graphite on the paper will rub off onto your pillowcase, I speak from experience and now I look like a creep with "ALWAYS WATCHES" on the back of my pillow. I feel fine currently and I'll update tomorrow.

9/26/2015 10pm

My name is Charlotte Vale and I'm doing an experiment to prove slender sickness is real, this is diary entry #2. My chest hurt when I woke up today so I went to the doctor and they said everything was fine and it was probably just stress from work. Other than that, today was fine.

9/27/2015 1:14am

My name is Charlotte Vale and I'm doing an experiment to prove slender sickness is real, this is diary entry #3 haven't been able to sleep, every time I fall asleep I see him, I'm terrified to fall asleep and I'm falling behind at work. I vomited earlier after I ate, I haven't been able to keep any food down lately. Something doesn't feel right. I don't know if I'm being watched, but every time I leave the house, a wave of paranoia washes over me and it feels like there's something behind me. I don't know how much longer this experiment can go on, but I'm afraid I won't be able to stop it even if I wanted to. 

9/28/2015 8:35pm

My name is Charlotte Vale and I'm doing an experiment to prove if slender sickness is real, this is diary entry #4. I had just taken my dog out for a walk and as I passed by my neighbor's old house, which has been empty for awhile, I had heard what sounded like a blood-curdling, inhumane, animalistic scream coming from the house. I looked around to see if anyone else had heard it, but the streets remain empty except me and my dog. Even my dog was unphased as he continued sniffing the ground like it's the most interesting smell ever. "Am I going crazy?" I thought to myself as I walked the other way, walking a bit quicker this time. I'm sitting in bed while writing this, I heard a knock on my bedroom window but when I went to check it, nothing was out there. 

9/29/2015 4am

My name is Charlotte Vale and I'm doing an experiment to prove slender sickness is real, this is diary entry #5. I haven't been able to sleep this entire time and I think something, or someone, is in my house. My bedroom door is locked and I have a bat with me but what is that gonna do against a 9ft tall slenderman? I don't know what's going to happen to me if he finds me. I hear it coming up the stairs, I have to stop writing here today. Hopefully I'll be able to update tomorrow, but if I can't, there's a chance I'm dead.

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My name is Charlotte Vale and I'm doing an experiment to prove slender sickness is real, this is diary entry #6, I think. I don't know what date it is or the time, I don't even know where I am. The last thing I saw was slenderman standing in my bedroom doorway and then everything else is a blur but I've woken up in the strange room, almost looks like an old basement. There's boxes, human heads hung on walls, a broken clock that never changes time, a cage that they luckily didn't put me in, no windows. I'm writing this on a crumpled piece of paper I found and a pen because the notebook I usually write in must still be on my desk at my house. I have to go, I think I hear someone coming down the stairs.

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It's been at least a week.. or a couple weeks.. that I've been down here in this basement. A few hours ago I had woken up in absolute agony when I let out a loud, violent scream that pierced through the silence of the cold basement as I saw Slenderman wrapping his tentacles around my legs and arms before brutally and forcefully ripping my limbs off my body. He left me to bleed out on the cold basement floor moments before Nurse Ann snuck past him and downstairs to where I am. She was holding a needle and some sewing thread and sewed my arms back on before leaving me to sew my legs back on myself. I'm writing this with my arms sewn on now, but they aren't very good considering they're flimsy and weak, just in case you're confused as to how I'm writing this. I don't think I'll ever escape here. My body feels like it has stuffing instead of blood and bones, I can barely stand up without leaning against a wall or something. I feel like some sort of antique doll. You know, like the ones that have messed up hair, dusty, torn clothes, cracks in them? Not saying that I look like that, but I certainly feel like it.I think I'll be here forever. A human doll forgotten on the shelf for centuries