Pieces

My mother gave me my grandma's email address (which I find highly surprising because both of them have absolutely no clue when it comes to technology.)

This is along the lines of how our conversation went:

D: Hi, Grandmother! This is your granddaughter! I haven't talked to you since... wow, when I was fifteen! Anyways, I'm researching some urban legends and I remember you once telling me the story of the Tall Man. Could you refresh my memory?

Adriana (my g-ma): Hello, Dana. It's such a pleasure to hear from you! I think the legend you may be referring to is the Shadow Man. He lives in the forest by my house, but I made it up to frighten your mother and eventually you to stay inside and not wander off in the forest at night. 

D: Could you explain his appearance and details to me?

A: Sure. He was inexplicably tall: about ten to fifteen feet tall. He wore a business suit and had no face. He would just hang around the forest and captured whoever wandered too far.

D: Is there any basis of the Shadow Man in reality?

A: Well, I borrowed some bits and pieces from stores my grandparents would tell me in Germany and add onto it with my own details... why?

D: What story did your grandparents tell you?

A: Der Großmann... Dana, what's going on?

D: I have to go. I'll talk to you later.

Now, I know doing that to your own grandmother is pretty bitchy. But I haven't told anyone about it so they won't blow it up to the media. In fact, this blog and the police are the only ones to know...

Now to find out about this Der Großmann.

Research

So I went to my local library to research this so-called Slender Man that Elijah warned me about and what I think may have kidnapped them.

There were absolutely no books on him (just one called Be Slender, lol)

Officially, the police are ruling the case as not suspicious. I told them about the symbol, and they said they'll look into it.

Anyways, I looked him up online. I saw the Something Awful forum where he supposedly manifested, but there's something that doesn't make any sense.

The Slender Man legend has been around for hundreds of years.

I even remember my grandmother in France telling me the tale of the Tall Man. Maybe I'll contact her.

Screwed

I am truly and royally screwed. I honestly have no fucking idea what to do anymore.

As explained in my last post, this "Elijah" emailed me asking to meet up with him. Now, now, I know the rules of the Internet. Anyone who befriends you online can be a serial rapist, a sicko. But there was something... magnetic about him.

So at 4:30 I met up with him at Rosswood Park. Here's some overview about the park: it's not a park at all. It's just a gravel parking lot and an entire twenty acres of nature preserve/wilderness. It's easy to get lost in there, since it's stopped being maintained for about ten years now. The forests have been overgrown, and the pond in the middle is hardly visited. I still go there every once in a while; it's a great stress reliever.

Obviously, Rosswood is not a very good meeting place, so Damon and I waited in the parking lot.

Elijah was already there. This is how our conversation went:

E: Are you Dana?

Kit (I'm gonna refer by my last name because I don't know how you'd be able to tell Damon and I apart): It depends on whom you're asking. I'm guessing you're Elijah. 

E: Yeah. I read your post about the Operator symbol-

Mikealson (Damon): Wait. What Operator symbol? I have no idea what you're talking about.

E: (he sighs) So you two haven't figured it out yet, then. Well, that symbol that you blogged about, i-it's an omen. An omen about Slender Man.

M: (he gives me an incredulous look) You mean that poorly created Internet meme?

E: No, no! People love to make fun of Him, but t-they don't understand His power. In fact, we shouldn't be talking here in such a public place.

K: What's Slender Man? What are you two talking about?!

M: He's just some meme people on a forum made up. I don't even know why we're here. This guy's just wasting our time.

The parking lot overlooks a cliff of sorts that leads into a beautiful waterfall, so I breathed in fresh air as if to calm myself down and turned around.

Damon fucking disappeared. So did Elijah. Their cars are both still here.

What the fuck do I do now?  

Contact

Something weird is going on, and I need to figure out what.

A man who goes by the name Elijah emailed me today. All he wrote was, "Rosswood Park tomorrow at 4:30." Rosswood Park is only a couple blocks away from my house.

It's too dangerous to go alone. I'm taking Damon with me.

Details

Welp, I should really explain more about myself, as I didn't really in my intro~

Doctor Who is and will always be my favorite show in the universe. Allonsy! :3 

I live in a small town in upstate New York. However, I was born in France. My family and I moved here when I was three, though.

Speaking of my family, I have a great relationship with them. No fights, no nothing. Just peace.

I should write more, but I'm late for the movies with Damon. (Don't judge me, judgy.)

Something Odd

Last night I was lurking around tumblr like the creeper that I am. Usually I post in the fandoms side of Tumblr, but something caught my eye.

It was a single gif. There was a symbol posted in white on a black background. I've never seen it before, and I've seen a lot of things. It had an x inside a circle. It was.... Pulsating, I guess you could say.

It probably doesn't mean anything, but I'll keep an eye out for it.

Introduction

Sorry for the lack of a creative title, I'm usually better at these types of things. This is officially my first post on my first blog, Tall, Dark, and Handsome.

Damon, my best friend/boyfriend is creeping over my shoulder, sweetly demanding (is that even possible?) to blog about how hot he is. Fine, Damon. You want the truth. He reminds me of that one character, Jack, from Doctor Who. He's walking away; he knows how much I love that show.

>:D Lies. He isn't like him at all!