Right, if you're reading this, hopefully you've read enough of Nina and Ben's writing to know its bullshit. They think they are really fucking clever getting around the "no social media" rule by making a site. Like that's going to last for long. Everyone in this "house" is delusional. I'm not exaggerating, they are. This site is specifically so I can document the kind of delusional they are and my attempts to get out of this BULLSHIT I was dragged into. So excuse me for only having code.org skills. I havent done this shit since I was ten. I am angry.

I was going to have a life. I had worked very, very hard in school to reach any semblance of giving myself and others a better life, but that THING. That thing that gets fat and wet and soggy and drags along the floors of this place I am forced to call home has taken everything from me.

I should have left. I should leave still. I should stop stitching murders back together despite how much pity I have for how far away they are. It'd be smart to kill everyone here and then kill myself too, make it start from ground zero, but I know I want. I'm too much of a coward, but if you did make it here, then you deserve to not be lied to.

To start us off, there is no full location for the "mansion" (it's not a mansion, it's a cake made out of a shitbox with fondant covering it as if that'd make it taste like anything but over bitter sugar.) It moves everywhere. You wake up in the Kananaskis, then in Appalachia, then in fucking Switzerland. It's a great way to travel the world. It's just. Goes. Everywhere. You can leave, but eventually you have to come back, me, especially due to my diet. If I could kill myself I would. The things I've done are unforgivable, but so are the hunger pains.

Secondly, who is a slenderman? He's less of a who and more of a what, he can't talk. Sometimes he dumps files on Ben's doorstep, but they are obviously edited together with text to speech or random clips. He's probably not an illness in the literal sense, but he FEELS like one.

Thirdly, what's up with me? I've had a lot of shit taken from me, far too quickly and far too greedily. I hate to say it, but if anything, I'm a little bit closer to slenderman then I'd like to be. Far too close for comfort.

I hate to say it, but Ben and Nina are sneaky little shits, and if I know about their site, I bet you dollars to dimes it won't take long for them to find mine, so I got a lock everything else behind a wall. Good luck!