What a week. Two missing kids and a stack of drawings and journal entries pointing to some guy in a suit that's a possible pro in his area of expertise. We're doing a run on former rapists in the area, we might actually be coming close, though it's too soon to say.
But now it's “Strahm Rants” time, because I've got to get this out, because so many people bring it up and it's time I address it out right.
This “Slender Man” myth.
Believe it or not, I know the myth. What, you think just because I'm twenty-six and a detective that I never go on the internet? I've been on Youtube, kids. A buddy of mine from high school linked me to Marble Hornets way before all this shit started. I know this guy's gotten popularity, though I think a lot of it is slightly over-exaggerated.
Did the videos creep me out? Abso-fucking-lutely. Couldn't sleep for a week after watching them. Then once I got over it, I showed them to Lizzie just to scare the shit out of her. She had nightmares for a month. I thought it was hilarious. The kids have made one hell of a film project, whatever class it's for, I hope they get an A.
But that's is, guys: it's a goddamn film project. Now, maybe it's not exactly for a class, maybe they were just fucking around with the camera and it somehow got discovered and turned into a hit. I don't know. But while creative, you have to remember that IT'S YOUTUBE. Not saying everything on there is fake, but can we please just move past the bullshit?
You know what, I can even predict the rest of the plot from here. Totheark is Tim, the ark is Alex, Jay and Sarah bone, Brian shows up with the Sword of Elendil and runs it through Slender Man's chest, Alex shoots Tim right through his masked face and they all live happily ever after. The end. Wait for the DVD release. There, the remainder of the series in a nutshell. Sorry to spoil it.
But then people ask, “What about Logan Renault?” Yeah, I've taken a glance at that freaking blog too. And you know what? My heart goes out to Logan, my heart goes out to Matthew Shelby, I'm real fucking sorry about whatever happened to them, but they drove themselves nuts over a case of post-traumatic stress disorder.
Here's what happened there, folks: Shelby suffered PTSD. Two kids blowing themselves up and half his squad will do that to you. He couldn't deal with surviving, so he came up with the bogus story of an alien making Christmas ornaments of his squad and then did himself in after filling a notebook of weird shit. Renault gets it, believes his friend over the trained shrinks studying him, goes fucking nuts, runs off, carves his eye out, yada yada yada. The other guy, I forget his name, but he's the only smart one, he stays the fuck out of it and doesn't buy into all the bullshit.
Fantasy is fun. Lord knows it is. But you let it rule your life, this is eventually what happens to you. So my advice: Stay in reality. Life's a bitch and then you die, but at least you die on your own bed if you play your cards right.
Look, kids, I know you like playing these games. But that's it; they're games. Games entertain you, they end, you move on. Okay? There's no Slender Man. There's no crazy masked motherfucker. There is only the real world. And yes, it can be every bit as fucked up as fantasy, and no, you don't always win. But that's life.
This isn't a game here. We've got kids missing. We're dealing with a serial rapist, kidnapper, I don't know what, but he's human, guaranteed.
I don't like ranting. Don't make me do it again.
I appreciate the help people have offered, but leave the myth to the Dungeons and Dragons kids.
That is all.
I'm going home now. I've been on duty for over twenty-four hours and tomorrow's my day off. I'm going home early.