Dr.Richards' Notes 1/14/04

I was finally able to continue my sessions with Thomas today, though he was still rather shaky from his episode last session on the second.  Before I could start talking to Thomas, he said, "He showed me things." I asked him what he was talking about.  He told me that "Mr.Tall" had shown him disturbing images that had horrified him,but that he was fascinated by them.  He started to describe them as organs ripped to shreds and people disemboweled, he began to cry and said, "What kind of psycho would be fascinated by those things Dr.Richards!?!"  I told him that he wanted to be a doctor, so he was naturally fascinated by the human body.  He began to calm after this.  He stayed in deep thought for the rest of our session, so I didn't make anymore headway, but I managed to help Thomas stop resenting himself.  Hopefully we will be able to determine exactly what his psychosis is now.

Dr.Richards' Notes 1/2/04

Today during our session Thomas and I discussed how "Mr.Tall" became apart of his life.  Thomas says that he's seen "Mr.Tall" for as long as he can remember, but only approached him when he was eight-years-old.  He told me that "Mr.Tall" was very old and had seen many things.  He told me that "Mr.Tall" showed him places, he showed him a cove by the ocean and that the wind never blew there.  He said that he and "Mr.Tall" used to fight pirates alot.  According to Thomas, "Mr.Tall" hates Pirate Captains.  I asked Thomas why he and "Mr.Tall" didn't get along anymore, but he just started crying and shouting, "HE WON'T LEAVE!  HE WON'T LEAVE!".  I hope that we will make more progress in the coming weeks, Thomas really is a good child and doesn't deserve to live a life plagued by mental illness.

Dr.Richards' Notes 1/1/04

Today I had my first session with Thomas Matthews.  Thomas' parents, William and Nancy Matthews, told me that when Thomas was eight he began to tell them stories of "Mr.Tall", Thomas' imaginary friend.  In the beginning, the stories were just that they played "hide and go seek"or that they played "Pirates", but as time went on, specifically around Thomas' tenth birthday in November, the stories became rather strange.  For example, one time he told them that they played "in Thomas' head".  His parents thought this, coupled with the fact that it is unusual for children the age of ten to still have imaginary friends, could be signs of psychological problems.  Near the end of November,(Thomas' birthday is the fifth), Thomas began to complain to his parents that "Mr.Tall" refused to leave even after Thomas had told him to.  Then came the night terrors where Thomas would wake up screaming that "Mr.Tall" wanted to take Thomas away.  Then Thomas started having panic attacks and would randomly burst into tears.  On December 27th, at 3:00 A.M., Thomas came into his parents' bedroom covered in blood screaming that "Mr.Tall" was going to kill him.  The police never identified whose blood it was, and Thomas took a lie detector test proving that he'd not killed anyone or anything, nor had anyone hurt him. His parents had him commited here on December 31st.  During our session today I only tried to get to know Thomas.  He likes the television show "Dragon Ball Z" and "Samurai Jack".  He also wants to be a doctor when he grows up.   I plan to begin discerning what exactly is going on with Thomas' psyche tomorrow.

Update

Hey guys it's John, and I'm here to tell you what's happened since Erics post on the 27th last month.  Well, we found an off-campus apartment to stay at, and that WAS all that was signifigant about my life until I woke up 3 days ago and found an envelope in our mailbox.  It had "Read Me" written on it, so you can guess what I did with it.  The note said the following:

"U-Haul Self Storage Unit 13
-A Friend"

I went to the storage unit the next day, turns out it was under my name.  When I opened up the unit, I found 2 boxes in it and a small box with a SD card in it.  In one were the files from Thomas Matthew's stay at St.Michaels Home for The Mentally Troubled.  They were his therapist's notes on Thomas' behavior during their sessions and what their sessions were actually about. In the other were two journals, Thomas'.  I'm going to begin posting the documents and Thomas' journal entries.  As useful as all of this will probably be, I still don't know who "A friend" is.  And I also don't know how he got ahold of the files and Thomas' journals.  My cough has been getting worse, but I haven't gotten the notebooks.  I've also not seen Slender Man in the past week, which isn't to say I see him often, but I will see him as I drive down the road occasionly, well enough to notice I've not seen him in a few days.  It was acutally pretty normal up until 3 days ago.  I actually got to enjoy TOONAMI without Slender Man on my mind.

Stay Gold...

MY weekend

Hey guys, it's Eric and you'll never guess who I ran into.  I was playing Fallout 3 with John after TOONAMI had gone off, and realized that I'd left my phone in my car.  I go on down to the parking lot, open my door, and nearly get stabbed to death by Advcate.  No idea how the piece of craps alive, but apparently wearing a mask makes you imune to 2 bullets to the head.  He lunges at me after I open the door and gets me to ground.  He tried to stab my head, but I'm able to move it out of the way each time.  He tries for the fourth time and I catch his hand with mine.  I'm able to throw his knife to the ground.  I punch his mask, and he gets up and runs.  I chase after him for about a mile, but he ran into the woods after that.  I told John what happened after I got back and he had a panic attack.  Can anyone tell me how he survived 2 shots to the head.  Please.

weird dreams...

Hey, this is John, I've been having this weird dream for the past two nights, and I wouldn't make a post about a dream that's been goin' on for only two nights but I can remember every little detail.  It always starts off with me in a dark room.  I get the sense that I'm being watched,(gee I wonder by who).  Then, out of nowhere, this bright light shines down on me.  Then after my eyes adjust to the unbelieveably bright light, I can see that I'm surrounded by three mirrors.  In one is me, except I look lifeless and I'm sitting down leaning against a wall like a rag doll.  There're these weird black lines coming from my wrists, elbows, shoulders, ankles, knees, and thighs.  They go out to the mirror's edges.  Then in one, I'm standing there with these old war veteran eyes.  I reach in my pocket and pull out that .22.  I tap the glass, pointing to the mirror behind me that I hadn't looked at.  When I turn, I see the Slender Man standing there with his head tilted to the side, and he has the thin little black lines coming out of him going into the ragdoll reflection.  I look back at the reflection with the gun and he's standing there ready to shot and does.  When the glass shatters, Slender Man's tendrils launch out full force and wrap around me and jerk me in to his mirror.  After that I wake up with a nose bleed screaming.  Why do I feel like I'm going to have to pick up a gun again?

Thing're pretty rough right now

Hey guys, this is Eric, and I'm posting here cause I'm really worried for John and stuffs been messed up lately.  Okay, yeah I know, having some demon thing hunt you isn't exactly good, but I mean since he was in the hospital and since he shot Advcate(rest in pieces btw), he's not been doin so hot.  He's gotten that cough that everyone gets when this thing starts screwing with their life.  He sleeps when he's not in class and he's not really studying.  Not to mention I've been hearing sobs come from his room at night.  Saying things like "I'm sorry" and "What have I become" and whenever I confront him over it he just says "I'm goin through a rough patch man, that's all".  I'm worried that he's going to have a breakdown and kill himself or something.  You know, honestly, for awhile I thought that this whole slenderman thing was just that Advcate a-hole dressing up and screwing with John, but today I saw him.  It's been raining for the past two days and I was making a food run, when I looked around the parking lot for my car, I saw him standing near the edge of the lot.  I dropped the food at that point, picked it back up, and ran to my car and slung the food in it.  It was honestly one of the scariest moments of my life.  He was just there, almost as if didn't matter that it was raining, that there was a walmart there, or that people were there.  Like he'd still be there even if nothing else was.  He was gone after I had dropped the food so I think he was only there so I could know he exsisted and wasn't another way for Advcate to screw with me and John.    The police took John's gun for evidence, so I think I'm going to buy a new(and stronger) one.  Not for John though, I honestly don't think he'll ever touch another one to be honest with you guys.  Its weird, you know?  It really feels like its just John and me fighting this thing, and yet whenever I log on to post, it always says that its gotten like over a hundred views or something.  Thanks for keeping up with us guys, it really means alot.  Espeacially in rough times like these.  Anyone whos dealing with the same crap me and John are being served on a daily basis and has any advice, please share it with us.  Well later, I guess.