ONW: 13-Year-Old Girl Stabs Mother In Alleged ‘Slenderman’ Attack

And here we have it once again.

If this begins to become a phase of sorts, I am going to go absolutely ballistic.

My Strange & Spooky World

Wisconsin-stabbing-2-jpg Site of the Waukesha, Wisconsin attack — via WLWT

I’ll be honest: when reports of the Waukesha, Wisconsin Slender Man attack started making the rounds several weeks ago, I decided not to post any information about in on my site. As far as I was concerned, it was a weird, bizarre and sad instance of two girls who clearly had issues. How else can you explain two 12-year-old girls deciding to try and stab their friend to death and then claiming their actions were an attempt to win the favor of a fictitious character known as Slender Man?  I mean, nobody actually believes Slender Man is real, right?

Well, apparently others do. Or at least that’s what a Hamilton County, Ohio mother is claiming. Specifically, the woman, who has yet to be identified, told an NBC affiliate that she came home from work one night to find her 13-year-old daughter…

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I apologize for my absence. Graduation was just last night, and the past few weeks have been me simply unwinding. My last trimester was just as stressful as any, and I rarely found any motivation or time to write a true entry in this blog. But something has happened.

http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2014/06/03/slenderman-wisconsin-stabbing/9934337/

Two Wisconsin girls brutally stabbed their friend nineteen times, just barely missing a vital artery that could have sent her straight to Death’s arms. One disturbing element is that they are only twelve years old. But the next part is far more horrific: they did it simply to impress the first great myth of the internet, Slender Man.

The Slender Man has become a popular face in modern internet horror, appearing in varying bodies of work, such as Creepypastas (which inspired the girls to take on this action). He is typically described as a tall, faceless, pale man wearing a simple black suit. Incarnations of the creature vary, but he is typically portrayed in a villainous manner with various “Proxies”. These are just the little monsters who partake in work for him, as the legend goes. But these girls did not just take it for a fun legend. They attempted to kill their best friend to BECOME A PROXY FOR SLENDER MAN.

Mass stupidity and obsession with a specific media irritates me. The sites that host Creepypasta are in danger of being taken down. But this is just one incident. These girls are mentally unstable. Slender Man is a great character with a terrifying back story, but he is most definitely not real. These girls are absoultely fucking stupid. I do not apologize for my language. They are braindead beyond belief. If you believe for even a second that Slender Man is real and you are not the age of my five year old sister, you are unwell.

Creativity leads to a lot of things, and inspiration is one of them. And inspiration has definitely stemmed in this inciident. Slender Man is not the leader of a ‘cult’, as various sites have reported. He is a mere character that has been called “the internet’s first great myth”. It’s not that hard to look into the creature a bit more to see if it is a true monstrosity.

I just… I’m frustrated. The entire incident is one that can send me to the depths of anger. It frustrates me that a great legend is now the source of a ridiculous incident. It is ridiculous that the character is now viewed in a cult-like manner. Art cannot simply be art any longer it seems these days. It must be something that gives intentions and desire that force the source material to be viewed in a negative light.

Nonetheless, my thoughts do go out the the girl who was stabbed. She is lucky to be alive, the blade just missing a vital artery that would have meant certain death for her.

I’ll let him in on one secret…

Another Day

 

It’s six AM on Saturday

Good morning – time to get outta my head

Even in the hypothetical context I’m insane

 

I don’t wanna get on the level of careers

Law firms are for the birds – I’m an artist

Animating another man’s man in my deathbed

 

I’ve been looking for homes – I found an orchestra’s stage

It’s got a nice bed – the mice feel the same way

 

Sorry, baby, I can’t wish you

 

Happy weekend forever after!

I’m long gone and drafted

Saturday – just another day

Another day – I should have kept you at reach

And now it’s all just me

 

It’s six AM on Saturday

Good morning – time to get outta my head

Even in the hypothetical context I’m insane

 

I don’t wanna get on the level of careers

Law firms are for the birds – I’m an artist

Animating another man’s man in my deathbed

 

I’ve been looking for homes – I found an orchestra’s stage

It’s got a nice bed – the mice feel the same way

 

Sorry, baby, I can’t wish you

 

Happy weekend forever after!

I’m long gone and drafted

Saturday – just another day

Another day – I should have kept you at reach

And now it’s all just me

 

I’m trying, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

And I’m still denying whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

 

Happy weekend forever after!

I’m long gone and drafted

Saturday – just another day

Another day – I should have kept you at reach

And now it’s all just me

 

Happy weekend forever after!

I’m long gone and drafted

Saturday – just another day

Another day – I should have kept you at reach

And now it’s all just me

The Father of the Vagabond

Dog Tags

 

The skies of grey are an overwhelming flurry

Rustic bandages hold together the clouds

Nuclear-felt wraps around him like a cobra

Wounds fresh from the crash, heart on a tightrope

This is his duty to those he has known

 

His actions will not bring effects for millennia

Crawling amongst a town that is simply remnants

Fingers tremble as they brush a stone, longing a bandage

For he can’t go on

 

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

Images on the projector of black and white

The green light in his eyes radiates across the waters

Old factory, a princess’ smile, the passing of automobiles

It’s a trip on a train as the scenery breaks barriers

Fulfillment f the academy’s duties when the call came

He’s never doing well for his days on infinity

Resting his head on the city’s smoking history

He could paint his name on the dirt beneath him

But the days to fall out would force it away

 

Stain it now

With every color

 

The boy with the name of strength pierces his vision

‘Aiden’, I leave you, there’s no place for men against their words’

The promise smokes in a velvet chair, coughing up tar

‘Break your finger, father, it’s time for a home on the border’

 

Leave behind the signature on tags
Leave your sign

 

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

A wish to sing the lullaby one last time

To guide them in society’s uprising

For the story to breathe on more pages

For the symphony to play one final chord

 

A ban on my life for acts of pride, those damned acts
Put out a cigarette on his window and a hand a lighter to his son

Vengeance sharpened at the nails but not at his head

The world fades and valor is his guilty pleasure

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

All soldiers bleed

All soldiers bleed

 

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

 

My WIP story tentatively titled “Dragmaster” is a story of tragedy, love, life, and death. And this song stems from those exact ideas.

“We’ve Learned To Touch, When Will They Learn To Feel?”

Laissez Faire’s The Lazy Repair

 

(Where’s the party?)

So get it straight- red and blue skid the scene

Boycott riot version pain-is-life point zero

Led by punk rollers by day

By night they’re black-eyed seeds

 

Call me dead-ringer

When I’m really a dread-ringer

20 dollar dreams they want more than rings

Give them the motive, they’ll kill themselves for you

 

You’ve got legs? Use my lady

You’ve got legs? Well, use ‘em baby

I think like the DNA

The DA to rightful thought

 

Truth to lies, past surfaces on eyes

Let it be, let them talk, let it be

The way they need

 

Passport paradise unannounced

Let it be, let it be, let it out

G-get out now

 

(Don’t ever dare)

To correct us all for another penny

You killed the speaker for preaching for love

Lead punk rollers by day

They’re drunk sober by night

 

And I’m not playing

The bad boy is singing

“The poor keep getting poorer, the rich inject the green”

I’ve got a motive, I might just kill for them

 

You’ve got legs? Use my lady

You’ve got legs? Well, use ‘em baby

I think like the DNA

The DA to rightful thought

 

Truth to lies, past surfaces on eyes

Let it be, let them talk, let it be

The way they need

 

Passport paradise unannounced

Let it be, let it be, let it out

G-get out now

 

Dead ringer, dread ringer

Gold ringer

Dead ringer, dread ringer

Gold ringer

Dead ringer, dread ringer

Gold ringer

Dead ringer, dread ringer

Gold ringer

 

Truth to lies, past surfaces on eyes

Let it be, let them talk, let it be

The way they need

 

Passport paradise unannounced

Let it be, let it be, let it out

G-get out now

The Musings on Purgatory’s Bench

The Musings on Purgatory’s Bench

 

All stars, every star

Only rusted colors recall their knowledge

Watchmen sent from above

Golden constellations kept me as I was

 

But not as I am

Not who lives under these eyes

I’m not who I am

Not these sunken, blackened eyes

 

I’m bunkered in a broken chapel

Dwindling among teeth-scratched sadness

But I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel

That twinge of white

Spark against my heart

Innocence whispers

My war is all for you

 

The glowing fort shines

Pleading for my spirit to come into the sun

So orange and free

Clocks break the news and my sickly skin

 

But there’s the lock binding my hands

To undesired devotion

 

But not as I am

Not who lives under these eyes

I’m not who I am

Not these sunken, blackened eyes

 

I’m bunkered in a broken chapel

Dwindling among teeth-scratched sadness

But I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel

That twinge of white

Spark against my heart

Innocence whispers

My war is all for you

 

Whoa; real wars are no such guide

Whoa; vintage bliss is all I need

Whoa; you are my constellation

Whoa; Now I’ll follow the moon toward home

 

I’m bunkered in a broken chapel

Dwindling among teeth-scratched sadness

But I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel

That twinge of white

Spark against my heart

Innocence whispers

My war is all for you

 

 

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Little known fact: I love horror films. I mentioned earlier that I enjoy the paranormal but I never really did express my love for the horror genre. I love the scares, the blood, the icons. It’s strange, too. I was introduced to these elements at a very young age, the first horror film I’ve ever seen being the classic “Scream”. To this day I still watch and love the film and its three sequels. I remember when I was younger having a crush on Sidney Prescott, played by Neve Campbell, because she “always kills the killer”. I never really took the movies seriously, of course. I was young, so the ideas of serial killers were not too unlike cartoons on TV. We expose ourselves and our children to violence more than natural things, such as sex.

But now I have noticed that the horror genre is dwindling. Scream 4 actually gave me some hope, but I was disappointed that the film under performed at the box office. I personally enjoy the film (I’m watching it right now, actually), but I understand exactly why it did not become a major success. No one knows what horror really is anymore. A majority of the films Hollywood is spitting out with the genre “horror” smacked on are one of two things: terrible, ridiculous remakes of past films like Halloween and Friday the 13th, or films that are outright dumb as fuck. They lose the scares and replace them with sexual content and overdue to violence to the point of torture. Now, for anyone who has scene Scream 4, the death scenes are full of blood and brutality. But this is practically NOTHING compared to what has been done in recent horror memory.

There are a few elements that work in some horror films. Paranormal Activity brought on a nice, fresh concept and executed it well. But it spawned a litter of bullshit sequels that I somehow own on DVD. I enjoyed the rendition of Freddy Krueger in “A Nightmare On Elm Streets” remake, but the cast was emotionless and stale. This is the major problem: lack of character development. They are always the same, recycled personalities in different teenage bodies.

So this is where I’m going with this post: Where do you guys see the horror genre going? My love for horror is still at a high point, but love and hope are two very different things. My hope is so low it’s drinking brandy with the devil. It’s a bit disappointing to think horror is in shambles, but who couldn’t? Coming from someone who has been enjoying horror films for at least fourteen years, I feel I am able to make this statement without sounding like a stuckup kid. Of course I have other things in life to tend to, but I felt I should bring this up and get an opinion or two on the subject.

Between You & I, This Is No Secret…

It is late, and I have school tomorrow morning. The stress of senior year is finally mounting, and I feel I am handling it relatively well. Despite the need for sleep, I feel the need to share a song that I consider to be one of my most personal and one of my works I take the most pride in.

At least a year or so ago, I learned a film titled Ratchet & Clank was going to be released in 2015. The film is based off of a video game series I have enjoyed my entire life, and something about the short trailer struck me. Perhaps it was the nostalgia talking, whispering little words that got me weak in the knees. In the strangest way, I have come to connect with the series’ protagonist, Ratchet, on various levels. Not that I sit around and compare myself to fictional characters all day, but I feel everyone does connect with one somehow. I pondered it for the longest times: our lack of a father figure, our constant confusion as to where we belong. So, this came out of it.

This song, I feel, was a symbol for myself moving past the extremely dark phase I mentioned a few posts back. The depression was cut away with a knife of poetry. And although the song is simple, not too metaphorical, and something that could be very well mistaken for a love song, I still smile when I read it.

Sometimes it’s a rough track

Sometimes I pull my hair

Most times I get it all out, get over it now

Sometimes I spill my guts

Sometimes you’re just too much

Most times I’ll say you’ve got some alpha and omega

This first verse… I just love it. It seems like a bit of a dysfunctional relationship between the two. Our lovely speaker is pulling his hair, spilling his guts, confessing that he gets sick of his friend sometimes. But he goes on to compliment them, saying “Yeah, you’ve got flaws, and I do to, but you’re still sorta cool.”

Do you really think I say “no”, the correct answer?

Smiles can be bigger, but cocking won’t make it much better

Every memory is ink in my farewell letter

Complex for laughs fully loaded can’t be much quieter

This is an instance in which I have no clue what I was saying. But, as I look at it, it seems to be exaggerating these five words: “I’ve always got your back.”

Sometimes I go escape through the trees

Some nights I just can’t stay

With explosions, machines, your insanity

Because I feel the need for early days

Sometimes I need your adrenaline rush

Some days I peek into our hazard’s new place

Light it up, repair us, loving all that we are

And we’re not going anywhere

The chorus is the part that makes me smile a bit. The first half explains, “Yeah, I like to get away now and than. You really are a pain in the ass.” The second half, though, recovers and basically states “I’d rather have your insanity, your problems, your pain, your darkness.” They need one another just to exist. They’re like good and evil, albeit the pair seem to bicker more than lock themselves in an eternal struggle.

Sometimes you piss me off

Some nights arguments will stall

Some nights the prey shall hunt the blood-lusting predator

Sometimes I fall inside

Some months I lose myself

Most years you feel that aura, I just can’t help

The second verse starts with my not-so-typical vulgarity I put within songs. I put a few other words in here that could cause some gasps, but who hasn’t heard a few swear words before?

Anyways, I feel from the start to the “blood-lusting predator” states that the tables always turn. We are at one another’s throats one minute, but the next we are totally fine. The second half is that personal touch I like to add. During the period in which I was bitter and angry and constantly being rude to companions, I feel I “fell inside” and “lost myself”. But some people related to it, understanding that I couldn’t help the anger and destructive attitude.

Trading tools for the arms race each day after day

I hold onto every word, tomorrow or today

Just wish to sew that mouth shut in some sarcastic ways

But I’d trade my whole life for one of those yesterdays

This bridge contains the song’s title, which I have to reveal. The first line is the strangest and could probably be changed. However, it just makes sense. “I’d rather create a beautiful mess than fix what’s already long gone” is what I am trying to say. By that phrase, I’m trying to say that I’d rather move on than keep trying to fix what is already left behind me. I’d rather prepare for the future. The second line? Relatively simple: I’ll trust your words, whether they promise me something tomorrow or today. Another line about being sick of one another is the third. It leads so perfectly into the final line…

But the last line… That’s where I feel the song shines. After admitting they have problems that can’t be fixed, that our imperfections are our scars from life, he says he’d love to have those old days back. Looking at it now, I understand what I was trying to say: it’s another line of pure emotion. It’s an apology to those I’d been so damn dark toward, that I’d insulted and tore apart and left for dead. Even now, I do not feel fully acquainted with those people.

Repeat the chorus, and we are brought to the next and final verse.

Some nights my eyes are light

Sometimes I plan no scheme

Sometimes I fuck it up for your silver-plated faith

Some days I understand

Sometimes you’re a black heart

Most times bullets fly in the dark but it’s for this road

The first two lines are along the lines of stressing, showing that we care, ruining things just to show we love this person. Not in a sexual way, of course. I value friendship far more than love, a form of artificial obsession. But he then says, “You’re a black heart”. This other person still has those dark moments of accusation. However, the “bullets shot in the dark” are chances they both take, and there is a general understanding about them.

And then the bridges repeat, the chorus repeats twice, and my pride and joy titled “Those Yesterdays” ends here. Every bit of the song was inspired by the tracks “Through The Trees” by Low Shoulder, “Just One Yesterday” by Fall Out Boy feat. Foxes, and a few songs I threw out around that time. Usually with songs I would just give a brief explanation and the lyrics, but I simply cannot do that with this song. It is a personal entry into a new beginning for myself, for my whole life.

I’ve learned so much from this song. It is a somewhat painful reminder that we all have our flaws, and that we all have someone who is going to accept it and live with you. I just love it. Thank those fictional characters from a silly video game for the initial idea. I know I definitely do every time I read this song.

WE’LLDANCETOANYTHING//WE’LLDANCETOEVERYTHING

First it was a mere suspicion. I sat on the couch, a computer screen lighting up the other side of the room. She asks, “What concert did you want to go to?” And I tell her. Moments pass, she calls for her wallet. I pretend to be paying more attention to the TV screen.

But I kept it on my mind.

And then there was the investigation. Something did not seem right. Not wrong, but just not how my world usually is. I put pieces together in my head: wallet, computer, questions, concerts, and that TV show Did it actually just happen? I try to forget, but I kept it on my mind.

Then comes the quiet time. I don’t keep my hopes up, I keep that all below the tables. I keep my my real life on the front burner, letting it sizzle on my brain. But, somehow, I still kept it on my mind.

Then there is the truth. It’s not supposed to come out this early, but my brother can’t keep his mouth shut. I suspect he is lying, because it seems so impossible. I suspect he is lying, but I still kept it on my mind.

And then she says it: “We’re going to see Fall Out Boy in July!”

Guys.

I’m going to see Fall Out Boy in July. I know they seem to be a topic that pops up on this blog a lot, but this is a massive event for me. I am going to see some of the most important musical idols I know LIVE. I still cannot believe. I shake as I type this post up. I haven’t smiled like this in so long, but it’s all okay.

Everything’s alright for the first time in seven years.

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