I've never been one for making blogs. If the guys in my department found out that ole' Zeke Strahm was pouring his heart out on an online journal, then all credibility I've ever had to being a male goes right out the window. Ironically, it was my partner Elizabeth- who happened to be female- that suggested I keep this up. You see some cruel things being a detective; keeping a journal of any kind was always cheaper than seeing a shrink for your feelings. And I've done it, but I never expected to be all emo or whiny on here.
But over these last few months, this blog has been an incredible place of comfort for me as I try to make sense of a life that is slowly crumbling to pieces. I've found people that understand what I've gone through, and for good or bad most of them have stuck through it. I've shown my best and I've shown my worst, and I may not be the most popular guy in the world, but at least I hope I've proven my worth.
You guys knew all along what was going on. I know I didn't always listen; I know I wasn't always appreciative. I know at times I was too far gone or just a big dick to be supported. But a lot of you guys kept through ir, and I guess...well, thanks for that.
I just wish there was something more I could do...but I think I'm out of time for that.
This morning, I got this letter in my mail. It didn't have a return address, other than the initials AC; I didn't need a coder to tell me what that meant. The letter said this:
Dear Mr. Strahm,
It is very unfortunate that Ms. Armeen met such a terrible demise. Tragic, but inevitable, it was. I think it is time that we talked, man to man, without any interruptions. Mr. Riley is still here; we are taking very good care of him. We can discuss his release, if you'd prefer; I think he has suffered enough. I think it's time we finished this without resorting to any more...violence.
I shall expect you to come around seven o'clock. Tonight. You know where I will be.
I await your arrival,
Looks like tonight is the night. Maybe it's Slender Man's will or just fate giving me a shot at redemption. Either way, this is my last chance.
I'm going back to the warehouse tonight. Maybe I'll find Eric and get him out without a hitch; maybe I'm walking to my death. But I have to try. I'm done being indecisive. My only hope is that Eric's still alive, and that they're not trying to taunt me with a corpse.
I'm leaving around 6:30. I've contacted the chief; he says he'll get help out over to me. I don't want to go in their alone; some back up, of any kind, would help me out a lot.
If you guys don't hear back from me in a week...well, then, I guess you are on your own.
...It feels weird now. I don't know what, but I guess I feel...alive again. I'm not fearing for my life right now. I feel like going in there and conquering.
But here is my message to Slender Man:
I know who you are.
And I know what you're doing.
You're going to burn for what you did to us.
Once I'm done skinning your little bitch boy Conaghan, I'm coming after you.
One of you isn't coming out of that warehouse alive at the end of the night.
I'm hoping it'll be both of you.
You can't win forever.
If not me, someone's going to kill you.
I promise you that.
And here is my message to the people out there, reading this, fighting him:
I know at the end of the blogs, they tell you that when the time comes that he comes after you, that you should end it yourself. Take your own life so that he doesn't take it.
Well today, I tell you the opposite.
Don't give up.
Fight him as long and as hard as you can.
He may win in the end.
But don't give him the satisfaction of an easy kill.
Let the fucker work for his food.
You can't keep letting him think that just because he holds the royal flush that it means you have to just fold.
If enough people fight, if enough people give him a good run around...it may be enough to finish him.
Don't give up.
Give it everything you've got.
If you have to end it before he gets you, then do it.
But give it your all before you do.
Give him one hell of a show before you do.
I'm taking a camera with me, when I go into the warehouse. I want to get Slender Man on tape, present it to the government. Get the word out. I know I said that word of mouth is how he gets stronger, but...people need to know. Government may help to stop it. If there's awareness, then people won't be meaningless victims.
That's my hope, anyway.
I've got a contact, outside of the police, that will upload the tape if...well, if I can't. If I go down and the camera is with me...it may take time, but the tape will find its way. I hope, at least.
And I also have one final request...I know this may be a lot, but if you can...if I don't come back...
Tell my story to those who want to hear it. Tell them everything about me; tell them my bad qualities, along with my good, and let them judge me how they see me. People need to know what happened here; what I went through, what Lizzie went through. They need to know that there are people out there that are willing to fight Slender Man. Willing to get rid of him permanently.
Tell my story. Tell it well.
I've got to go get ready...I've got to get everything I need...
Keep fighting. Don't give up.
Thanks for reading, and helping.
And...well...I'll catch you guys on the flip side.
I love you Lizzie.
There...I finally said it.
Fucking cold-hearted bitch.