November 27th 2012
Long After Festival Week, First Day of Dark Autumn
11:57 AM

The Twisted Holiday

     
       As much as I might not show it, The Slenderman has a wonderfully dark sense of humor. It takes quite a long time to understand it's true purpose, because to most it appears only to be cruel or mocking. Perhaps the best way to show this to all of you is, after my long absence in preparation for this, the most auspicious of days, to introduce you to our favorite time of year. The Dark Autumn. 

       Dark Autumn is a time of year we have reserved for ourselves, my family is quite used to my long time away during the month in which it takes place. Dark Autumn is a wonderful time of year where I am set free to do the worst of my deeds for the Slenderman. In fact, for the first long time, every day was dark. He tried to use it to subdue me, kept commanding me to bring him anyone at all. My puzzle finally coming back together was a concept he could not, at first, handle. What might someone with absolute power do once all of the poker chips had been picked through and pulled away? They hope the game still goes their way. I had grown to find a moderately sickening love for our trade.
       I was to go to any random town in the country that I had not been to before, note that after Dark Autumn I could never come here again, and then set myself loose. Why once, in the brisk of Dark Autumn, near the end of the month, I found a small woodland town, buried under three feet of snow somewhere in northern Maine. By the time I was finished with that town of 3,000, not a single of them went untouched by the man of my psychosis. A few days is all it would take to tear apart someones world, and wipe a city off the map by killing not a single person. 

       One thing that must remain perfectly clear, is that the Dark Autumn is not a month of killing spree. It is a month of influence, a slow spread of the psychosis epidemic. Something that could sweep the nation in the form of The Slenderman, and not a singe person would ever know the difference. It was the way of things, and lovely too were they. People believe that Slenderman is a myth that is perpetuated by our tendency to exaggerate shapes in the dark, stretching them to inhuman proportions and often leaving parts we can not account for trailing off like tentacles. The Slenderman? A figment of the Darkness? More like the idea of fear itself. They say that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself, I tell you that the man of my psychosis is in fact fear itself. 

       People grow sad and afraid in the months leading up to, and including winter, and that is because of the Dark Autumn. We spread the tidings of misery. Why must one do such a thing? What purpose does it serve to a man who wants only to be left alone? It is a sad realization, one might think. Sad, depressed and scared people tend to look for the richest of ways out, often ending in death. More deaths, the fewer people who may one day disrupt his sanctity. Preventative measures rich with collateral damage.
       This DA, I am heading off to sunny California. Wish me luck in my month of joy, and do not worry. Things will not change so soon, nor often.