I've been emailing back and forth with my dad.

Basic things. How's school, friends...I still haven't asked why he hasn't kept in touch.


Then I got this about ten minutes ago. I tried to reply, but yahoo error'd and wouldn't let me. The 'sent from' thing was blank, too, unfortunately.
























When my dad emails back, I think I will ask him.
This is getting ridiculous. I should call the cops or something.


But other than that, things have been quiet recently. The hospital called last night to ask who Jesse was. They couldn't find any records on her matching her description, for some reason.

I hope all this clears up and goes back to normal.

Peace,
~Lexi

Delayed

I apologize for the lack of updates. While nothing really new has occured, though I did get an email back last night.

"Yes, I would be one Charles Steele.
Alexa S.? Could that S possibly stand for Steele?
...Could this possibly be my daughter?"

Just sent a reply. "Yes! So you do remember! It's me, Lexi. Your daughter. I wanted to get in touch, so I made the effort and here we are. It's great to be taking to you, though; A little weird, but still great."

Let's see what reply I get.

Other than that, nothing new has occurred, except for (somehow) even less sleep and the little sleep I get is restless. :/

Whatever. More sleep meds, yaaaaay...

But I'm going to try to go to sleep now. Try being the key word.




~Lexi

Jesse, Interrogation, and Condolences

On an unrelated note before I start, my condolences to one such "Nathan Umbra" and his friends. He offered me help, even if I shunned it at the time, and even if I'm quite sure that I'm fine on my own, but it's the thought that counts. I didn't know him at all, and never properly thanked him for the offer.
So I suppose I am now, even if it's a little bit too late.

All right.
Time to recap the last week or so.

So basically, Jesse showed up last Saturday, the fifteenth. Late, as usual, but what do you want from her. She's Jesse.
Anyway, she shows up out of the blue, literally. Like, I open my closet door to retrieve a shirt and BAM.
Falls out of my closet.
Despite the fact that I'd just been in it a few minutes earlier to put away some stuff. Ffft, more questions...
Anyway, I obviously flip my shit and she's going "No, really, I'm okay, seriously, I'm fine," etc etc, while she's very obviously not okay at ALL. She looked even worse than when she appeared over my bed with a knife; Her black hair was a ton shorter, like boy-short now instead of that emocut thing she had before and now it was literally one huge tangle, and she was absolutely covered in bruises and scratches and had one long cut down her forearm and her clothes were all muddy and...I think it was blood. I think. I really don't want to think about that.
Oh, and she was coughing like an elephant was caught in her throat.

I ran and got cold medicine, clothes, bandages, a brush...Then I sat her down and cleaned her up. When the medicine kicked in- it helped quite a bit- she started to..."explain". I'll edit out the coughing bits to make it less chopped up.

"Lexi, you gotta come with me when I leave. It's not safe at all. We need to stick together."
I asked why and what was going on.
"It's...HIM. He's after you for some reason, and I don't know why. I think it has something to do with your dad."

My dad this, my dad that...I'd been hearing enough about my dad in the past few days. I decided to drop it and asked who 'Him' was.

She just gave me a 'duh, you retard' look. "Him. You know, Him. Come on, Lex, you have the best memory of probably anyone on the whole fucking planet, and yet I'm remembering before you. HE WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME. Right besides you. And you never noticed!" She cut off here to laugh and have a long-ish coughing fit. "But really. Think back. Remember! You'll see, we can't stay here! They'll all DIE. We have to leave, we have to go, we should leave a soon as possible, maybe even tonight-"

I interrupted to ask again who 'He' was and to give me a description. She rolled her eyes and replied, "God, and here I thought you were intelligent. Him. Tall, bald, and faceless. Ya dig?"

This would be about the point that I looked horrorstruck, said I had to go to the bathroom to hide and think about it for a while and for her to stay where she was so I could talk to her, and fled the room.
Then I went downstairs and called the hospital and explained that I had someone with a mental illness on my hands, and that when the ambulance came, they should turn off the sirens, and where my room was and etc etc. I then went into the bathroom, washed my face, flushed the toilet, and went back into my room.
Jesse, at this point, was sitting with her knees pulled to her chest and watching me with these huge eyes.
(Bloodshot, I may add, if that's important at all)

But basically, I asked random questions and let her ramble for five minutes until the paramedics showed up, strapped her to a board, and left. She was screaming bloody murder the whole time, and I feel AWFUL about it, but...
She needs help. She does. She knocked her head on something, lost her marbles. She's totally lost it.

I may sound like I'm overreacting, but you didn't see her.

Also, my mom still didn't recognize her. She asked who the random girl being carted off was, so I told her that I had no idea and she just appeared and was very obviously insane.
She accepted that answer.

I hate to lie to her, but I have no idea what's going on, and this has very obviously gone beyond a practical joke.

On the subject of my mother, I finally summoned up the courage after dinner on Monday to ask her about dad.
Now, my dad...My dad is a scientist or something, I don't even really know, but he works with the military, I've heard. Anyway, when I was eight, my parents divorced. I still don't know the reason; I'd never seen them fight or even raise their voices at each other, but it was mutual, for some reason. My dad moved away to Minnesota, I believe.

All right. Enough of my babbling, here's the "interrogation" of my mom. I would type it all out paragraph-style, but this post is long enough as it is, so let's keep it short and have it a script-type format, shall we?

Alexa (me) : Mom, do you know where dad is?
Mom: ...No, sweetie, why do you ask?
Alexa: Well, he's my dad, and I would like to get in touch with him, get to know him.
Mom: sighs Alexa, I...Don't think that's the best idea.
A: Why not?
M: looks uncomfortable for a minute, then sighs again You're old enough now to know the truth, I suppose...I knew you'd come asking eventually. Honey, you dad wasn't exactly the most healthy of men. Have you ever heard of schizophrenia?
A: Yes. Are you saying he was schizophrenic?
M: Unfortunately, yes. He stopped taking his pills because they fogged his head, he told me. I couldn't risk you getting hurt, and he agreed. I tried to convince him to go back on his medication, but...He wouldn't. He said that he was going to go travel. So he did. We broke up, he left.
A: ...That was it?
M: Yes.
A: That's the WHOLE REASON you broke up?!?!? (can you tell I was yelling because over use of exclamation points/question marks?)

Basically we had a bit of a yelling match here, because really, it can't just be me that thinks that that is not a very good reason to break up? From what I can tell, that was the only reason. Is that a bit of an overreaction? Couldn't she have spoken to the doctor and MADE dad take his meds?

I don't know. I'm a bit sensitive about this, it's the reason I grew up without a dad.

I did get something out of it, though; When my mom stormed up in a huff, I happened to see her address book. So I...snooped a bit?
I found an email address; Dad's first initial (C, for Charles) and Steele, out last name. It could just be a random dude who happens to share our last name with the first initial of C, but it's worth a shot, right?

So I sent this;

"Dear C. Steele,
Would you be a Mr. Charles Steele? I am currently looking for said man, and I happened across your email and figured I'd give it a shot.
If you're not, I apologize in advance for the mistake. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Alexa S."

I sent that last night.
Let's see if I get a response.


This is getting fishier and fishier. Or, to quote a book I enjoy, "Curiouser and curiouser".






Once again, as a closing note, my condolences to Nathan and his friends. I'm sure he will be missed.

EDIT: Or maybe not so missed, according to the most recent post on the blog. Whoops.

~Lexi

Sorry about the delay. Also, Jesse's..."back".

Sorry about the delay, as said in the title.
Shit's been real.

Things I've accomplished;
Jesse DID come to visit me and "explain" things. She's in the hospital right now.

In a straightjacket. Which, honestly, makes sense, considering the crap she was rambling about.

Second; I spoke to my mom.
Don't really know what to think of that, either.

I recorded it all and I'm in the process of typing it up.
I'll post that later tonight or tomorrow. Same with what happened with Jesse.


Sorry again about vanishing. As said, things've been busy. I have an actual lead now, so...I've been looking for my dad.

~Lexi

lexi listen

thank god u posted now i kno u r probly reading this

i did it
I DID IT
I CANT BELIVE I PULLED IT OFF


i
think
i think i fooled Him
i think i did it i think i managed it

i followed along
i did what He told me 2

i left the messages
i
i think i
i think i killed smone i dont remember but thats not important
nono not important at all

the importnt bit is

i escaped
i ran
b4 i'm...
'complete'
whatever thats supposed to mean idk


but im sorry
i didnt mean 2 freak u out






ill visit u tmrw if i can

and explain


also have some cough medicine 4 me im still hacking up a lung in the...in the where i am, may not b 2 wise 2 put my location up


but yeah plz medicine


im sorry
really


we cool?

-jess

And now on my graphing calculator. Seriously.

So I took my graphing calculator out of my bag to do my homework (to anyone who didn't use one in high school; fancy calculator for making graphs and other stuff and you can program it etc)

But anyway, I take it out of my bag and...this.



"stop dawdling stop wasting time we grow impatient
do not make us wait, Lexi Steele

find your dad"









God DAMN IT sabotaging my school supplies now?! AND spelling my name wrong?!
This is going too far.

I'm going to confront the monster, my dearest mother who practically blows up when I mention him.

I will ask my mom about where dad may be tomorrow.

Wish me luck.

~Lexi

Been safe.

I've been looking into where my dad probably went. I'm thiiiiiiis close to asking my mom, but idk it's a sore nerve with her so...I'll postpone that as long as possible and keep checking with my dad's old contacts via email.

What.

"Andrew -lastname-, you will be sorely missed."

Saw that in the obituaries today. Spilled my drink all over the counter.
After mopping it up, I dug a little in the old papers and found that he drowned in his pool a few days ago.

I can't even-

Jesse's house

After I found the drawing...STORY FORMAT-ISH okay not really. Not enough energy.

So I found the drawing, totally flipped my shit and ran out to my mom and started ranting.
Blank stare.
"Honey, I didn't let those kids in your room. I know how finicky you are about that kind of thing, so I made sure that they understood that the bedrooms are strictly out of bounds. Besides, they spent practically the whole time playing in the yard."


You can imagine how I felt about that.

So deciding to burn some stress, I went for a bike ride and I guess my subconscious brought me to Jesse's house?
The police left a day or two ago, they were like "robbery, okay, calling owner lady" who is Jesse's aunt and in Michigan for something, Jesse never told me.
The back door was still open, so I pulled a Scooby Doo minus the gang and decided to poke around a bit. Everything was just kind of a mess in general, but the real thing was at Jesse's room.
Black paint everywhere. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that it's becoming a theme. :|
Long slash marks on the wall, too. Did some quick calculations about the knife blade that Jesse had to the slashes on the wall and concluded that there was a good chance they were the same knife, as Jesse's knife was uncommonly thick and the slashes were pretty wide, so...


Anyway, I poked around a bit more and didn't really find much more. What I did find was the bottle of paint, or at least, an empty one. Took it for ~evidence~ because I was playing detective already so why not. Also, I checked the bathroom, the sink and tub were practically COATED in the paint. Seriously, where is she getting all the paint I don't even-
Then I went home. No weird occurrences, yay!

But speaking of ~evidence~, I looked at the fingerprints in paint on the drawings just to double check, and nope, no discernible fingerprint patterns. Darn.

But uh...
Yeah.
Kind of it.

but now I'm under the impression that Jesse's lost her marbles and is doing this to mess with me
this irritates/bothers me, the / being 'and/or'.


Anyway. Shower now, then relaxing.
Gotta figure out these drawings.

~Lexi

Yay reflexes?

Well, I 'found' Jesse, in the not-so-good sense.

I wake up this morning, yawn, turn off my alarm clock, turn on my light, etc etc...I turn to face the window?

About two feet away from my bed. Jesse.


With a knife. A huge knife.
Like that scene from Crocodile Dundee, where he's getting mugged in the NYC alleyway...
"You call that a knife? THIS is a knife! -pull out three foot long hunting knife-"

One of those things, albeit shorter, but still. HUGE KNIFE.

She looked a mess, too. Covered in black paint and she looked like she'd been camping in the woods for a while, twigs and leaves in her hair and whatnot.

So I ask her- shakily, after recovering from a nearly-heart-attack- if she's okay, what she's doing here, how she got in-

And she lunges with the freakin' knife!

Thank god my reflexes from gymnastic competitions are still A-Okay, 'cause I swear to god, she would have stabbed me like a hamburger. I rolled out of bed, grabbed my handy dandy bedside dictionary- shut up I love words and it probably saved my life so shoosh- and threw it at her.


And then, BAM. Gone. My dictionary nearly flew through my window. Just vanished. No puff of smoke or anything.

If I know one thing about the whole scenario, not sleeping with my window open any more.

At first, I was like "aw crap hallucination wasn't it" because it's not every day that your 'friend' tries to attack you with a knife then disappears, and when I was younger, I used to hallucinate a little if I didn't get enough sleep for a few days in a row.

But then I found blank paint on my windowsill.

I don't really know what to think any more.






...
Oh come on what the fuck.




So I run out to go to the bathroom- literally just now, in the middle of the post- and I come back and this is on my keyboard.

















"we thought you smartEr than this
i'd suggest earching for ur old man
/smily face heart question mark/"

This time I'm absolutely positive that's a heart, jfc.
Again, hard time deciphering a few words- the ur looks like 'um', but how would 'um' fit in? Has to be ur, like textspeak- but it's all there. More handprints on the back.

Andrew's name is crossed out.

I'm gonna brb. I'll write an entry a little later, I need to calm down first and possibly get my mom to drive me to her friend's house so I can chew those freakin' kids out.

~Lexi

So I just figured out that maybe that year and a half volunteering for National Jr Honors Society...

...it may have not been a total waste of time
Those paramedics were really cool. I wouldn't mind being one when I'm older.

I...
I just gave advice to a Slenderblog that I follow.
A Slenderblog.

One that isn't real because none of them are because he doesn't exist
I know he doesn't

He
Can't
It's not possible
















I'm done with this. I'm tired and my throat hurts- I think I caught strep from all this worrying- and I'm scared for Jesse and everyone's acting like she doesn't exist and
I hope I can sleep tonight. Yaaaaay, more pill-popping. :|

Okay. What the hell.

So I just checked my email and saw that that Nathan Umbra dude commented on...a post I didn't make?
I checked it out and holy mother of hell.
Was...Was that Jesse?! It can't really be anyone else, she's the only one who has this password...

I really hope not. If so, she's really gone off the deep end and I don't-

Or
She's just pulling the best joke she's ever pulled ever.

I wouldn't put it past her, considering that thing she pulled in fifth grade.



But if it is a joke, then she's really got everyone in on it, and I mean everyone. I have this tight-laced, if you'll excuse my language, bitch of an English teacher this year, and none of the teachers called Jesse on roll call, not even her.
I spoke to Jesse's guidance counselor? Zip. "Who's that?"

So, determined as I was, I biked over to her house, which, thankfully, isn't that far away.
The front door was locked, but the back door- a sliding glass one- was broken and slid alllll the way open.
I went inside and the place was totally trashed. Like they'd been robbed.
At this point I left the house and immediately dialed 911. I hung around, the police showed up, and I asked who lived there.
They checked; "Just some lady."
I asked about kids.
"Nope."

I left.


This has to be the best joke shes ever pulled. Bravo, Jesse...You done yet?

Also no wtf I haven't gotten any letters
'Cause of something called EMAIL.
Thanks for asking.

LEXI LEXI LEXI STOP THAT HAHA

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

u sound like a whiny little brat
little princess brat
posting in that prissy purple
heh


but thats okay, ive figured it out
i really have
im fine ur fine we'll all be fine like one huge fucking happpy family




except barny isnt purple this time oh no oh no he isnt
wait what

look at me i'm sprouting nonsense
barny
xD

just a side effect he said tho
the insanity bit
just a side effect
i'll be fine
it will wear off he said
when i get used 2 it


i still throw up afterwards
it sucks
but ill get used 2 it he promised i would

he pro
he promised
he always keeps his promises
he is the good and the evil and the right and the wrong
and the judge and the jury and the condemned

he is always there
ALWAYS




dont come lookng for me u wont b able 2 find me i know u wont because
because
because

i forgot











but dont worry, youll be seeing me around, promise
:)


p.s. he says 2 tell u that ur dad
ur dad...
is in plaine sight and ur not looking hard enough
he wants u 2 look 4 him
not for me

for him
for ur dad


also did u get his letter yet
or should i say

my letter

hehe, temporal time stream shit is fun isnt it

For Christssake...

Jesse.
Enough.
You're making me flip the fuck out and I don't like it and I'm loosing sleep again and please please just stop it
It was amusing at first
But I'm
I can't
...




Please. You know my psyche is too fragile for this shit.

Scared jussstttttt a little bit

So I woke up this morning around ten, completely alone in our tent.
Before I go on, I should say that we camped out in a local auboretum that supports campers, just to clear things up.
I wake up and all of Jesse's stuff is gone, as well as her sleeping bag. I'm a bit pissed off that she left without me, but whatever, she is Jesse, after all. I called my mom on my cell phone and she came to pick me up.

What should have served as the first warning bell was that she didn't ask where Jesse was.

I come home, see that post she made, and it all clicks- She's trying to scare me! Duhhhh!
So I'm chilling on skype, waiting for her to come on, and whoop, she is online!
So I start to message her.

I'll copy+paste. (Also don't question my 24 hour time, military connections and all that, I'm just used to it)

[15:35:25 PM] Sprinkles: Jesus Christ, Jesse, the lengths you'll go to to scare me! I don't know whether to be amused or annoyed, haha!
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: lexi
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: is that u
[15:35:39 PM] Sprinkles: Obviously.
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: lexi thnk god
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i think im lost
[15:35:43 PM] Sprinkles: ...What?
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i went 2 piss last nite
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: and i got lost, i think
[15:35:49 PM] Sprinkles: You think?! Holy crap, I'll call the police now, this is ridiculous. Why didn't you text me earlier?
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i dont
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i dont know....i dont knwo whats going on anymor
[15:35:57 PM] Sprinkles: Shit, Jess, why do you do this crap to me?
[15:36:02 PM] Sprinkles: Also, why the hell is your time messed up? You in a different time zone or something?
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i dont know where i am or whats going on i think
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: i feel like im loosing smthing
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: but i dont kno wat
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: im afraid, lexi
[18:21:14 PM] WhySoSrs: honest to fucking god, im scared out of my mind and i dont know what the fuck at
[15:36:14 PM] Sprinkles: Oh my god, Jesse, calm down, please! I'll call the cops, and the campsite, and everything, I'll come looking, just find someplace to sit and just stay there!
[15:36:16 PM] Sprinkles: We're gonna find you, I swear.
[15:36:19 PM] Sprinkles: Everything's gonna be fine, promise.

She logged out soon after that. Meanwhile, I ran down to my mom.
More scripting because I can't be bothered to describe it and I think my hands are shaking a little.

Me: Mom, oh my god, Jesse's still at the campsite, I thought she went home on her own but we left her there and now she's lost and we really have to look for her! And call the police and the campsite!
Her: ...who's Jesse?

I flip my shit and run outside, leaving a bewildered and confused mother in the kitchen. I called the police, they said they'd send someone to check it out. I called the campsite and they asked what name we'd signed in under, just to check. I gave them Jesse's name; No dice. Gave them my name, they got it.
Campsite, with tent, for one.
That's what it was registered under. I signed up for a two-tent-er.

They said they'd keep an eye out, however, and I hung up.
I calmed down a bit and went back inside to talk to my mom.
She honest to god had no idea who Jesse was, or she's a remarkably good actress.

She did drive me to the campsite, though, 'cause I was hysterical. I ran around in the woods for a while calling her name, no luck.



I'm messaging her every ten minutes now just in the hope that she responds. No luck yet.

I swear to god, Jesse, if you're reading this, YOU WIN, I'M SCARED OUT OF MY MIND.
Just come back and make this into a huge joke and please please please I'd rather view this whole thing from the point of view of a week later and be able to laugh about it
I can't deal with this and you KNOW that so I don't know why you'd even DO THIS please just stop I get scared too easily YOU WIN YOU SCARED ME. YAY. D':