proxy/agent/look whatever you call them,fucking decide on a word blogosphere, at the door. why ddid mum answer it? urgh. i need a break.
EDIT: Right, it's been about half an hour since I started this post and I'm actually fucking steady now.
My Mother is some kind of Knight in Shining Armor. There was a Proxy/Agent/Hallowed at the door when she answered it, I ventured into the hall at the sound of the door opening and my Mum threw a fucking lit oil lamp at him.
We have candles and oil lamps down the hallway and OHMYSWEETLORD I shall never regret telling my Mother about Slenderman. It may have been one of my most selfish moves of my life, but if she didn't know that Proxies/Hallowed/Agents would show up and if she didn't know that a guy saying "I will take you to him," wasn't just some drunk nutjob, we'd be dead or something. Balthazar started barking like fucking crazy and tried to rip the guy's arm off and Mum was just amazing.
I take back ever bad thing I've ever said about her.
I've never felt more ineffectual in my entire life though, I mean, I was 'armed' with two plates of pasta for dinner.
Proxies/Hallowed/Agents seem to be moving fast though, I've only had his attention for a little while...maybe he actually was around back in May...
Yeah, that guy isn't coming back.