Saturday, July 30, 2011


So I talked to the kid who broke into my house. It was weird. Really weird. And I'm angry again.

He's a lot smaller looking in the daylight. He looked tired and ragged and was looking at the various corners of the world like someone was going to walk through them or something. His name's Kevin, but he told me to call him Ulysses. Several times. He had a weird habit of repeating things over and over, as if he had forgotten that he had already said it. This kid's in bad shape.

His parents were there today, so they filled me in on a couple things. Kevin's brother Tim died a couple months ago, and ever sense then he has sort of been losing his marbles. He's seen things, become overly paranoid, and apparently claims to be able to to read thoughts. Well, one thought. He just won't tell anyone what that one thought is.

I asked him, but he freaked out and just started mumbling about stopping the signal over and over again. Then he stopped, and looked at me, and I can't remember the whole thing but I feel like I have to try because the whole thing was just weird. "This probably makes no sense to you." he told me, "But I can't tell you what not to think. You'll start thinking it. Just like if you say don't think of a black cat, you'll think of a black cat. But this is one mean black cat. You're in so much more trouble than you know. And I just want to keep you safe. I want to keep everyone safe, but if I can help just one person, I will. You need to think about me. Think about the crazy kid and the car and how sad it is. Think about school or art or sports or whatever. Just walk away from all this."

It was about at this time that everything clicked for me. It might have been because of that cat thing. I was reading a blog a few days ago that had a similar story called White Elephants. It's about slender man. That's when I remembered that he comes when you think about him.

All of this stuff was because a kid believed in this crazy slender man bullshit.

Ulysses started screaming at that moment. He had his hand to his head and he looked like he was in pain, but I was too angry to care all that much. "I'm not playing." I told him. Because I'm not. I don't care what kind of crazy person finds my blog, I said it the first post and I'll say it now. I'm not playing. "Yes you are. We all are." he said, and he started screaming again. The police made me leave.

This is beyond sick.

Peace guys

Friday, July 29, 2011

getting back to normal

I had a normal day for once. So why I'm blogging about it I have no idea. Lonely teenage girls, I'm just like you! Gosh, that's a little pathetic. It's a shame that most of my friends are either at some camp, on vacation, or already at school (early start much?) because I could seriously use some company right now. At the moment I'm just sitting at home wondering how I'm going to pay for the car and looking up slenderman shit. Which given the fact that I had someone IN MY HOUSE just a couple days ago is probably not a great idea. I'm twelve different shades of paranoid.

Actually, having someone break in like that seemed to have changed my views about everything. I sleep with a baseball bat under my bed, I have to make sure that my doors are always locked, and I jump at strange noises now. It's something that you never think will happen to you, and then it does. And as much as it once again makes me sound like a teenage girl, it's scary. It's damn terrifying to have someone in your house. This is supposed to be a safe place, after all. And now... it's not.

The police found out who the guy is, in case you want to know. His name is Kevin Ulysses Goldman. He's sixteen years old. Apparently he's a runaway from Miami, which for those of you who aren't geographically inclined is rather far from here. His parents are driving up to get him, though. They say they'll fix my wall if we don't press charges. I think I'll just let the kid go. He sounded completely crazy that night, but now a couple days later and in the daylight I think he was just a scared kid who went a little cuckoo from whatever's happened to him in the month that he's been missing.

Not that I want to see him again. He's asking to though, to make a 'formal apology'. I don't know, I guess I'll go. The whole thing is entirely weird and I sort of blame this kid for making me realize that the world is far less secure than we'd like to think it is. But he is still a kid. It can't hurt.

Peace guys,

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

I'd die in a slasher flick

We were going to go for dinner tonight for my dad's birthday, but I sort of accidentally crashed those plans into a telephone pole. So we just hung out and mom tried to bake a cake (that went really badly) and the power went out so we sat in the living room with a bunch of candles and talked and stuff. It was actually really nice. We're usually so busy with our own lives that we don't talk to each other much. We tried to do the whole talk at the dinner table thing for a while but it never seemed to work out and eventually we just migrated back to eating in the living room while we watch junk on TV.

It was turning out to be not a half bad night until I went to my room to go to bed and somebody else was there.

I ran down the stairs and tried to call the police on my home phone. It was dead. So I spent about five minutes trying to find my stupid cell phone. Fucking horror movie scenario. By that time, this guy was down the stairs and he was shouting that he didn't want to hurt me and that I should just put away the phone and we could talk like rational adults or some bullshit like that.

And like an idiot, I listened to him.

He didn't make sense, though. He just kept on ranting about thought and 'the signal' and how he was saving my life. He was a total loon. So I flipped open my cell phone and called the police.

They just left. It was a weird night. And I found out the asshole left some fucking graffiti on my bedroom wall.


Peace guys,

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


So, that little trip to Best Buy didn't work out so great. And now I'm posting on a blog twice in one day. Just wonderful, I am officially a dork.

I crashed the car into a telephone pole. The car is completely wrecked and dad's going to kill me. Slowly. So much for hoping my parents might buy me a car of my own for a college present.

It wasn't my fault, though. A guy stepped into the street and I was too close to break. So I swerved, and now I am probably going to get blamed for it because of stupid right of way laws. What was I supposed to do, run him over?

So I'm a little mad right now. I'm probably focusing on the wrong thing. I mean, I'm not hurt the guy's not hurt and I did manage to get the gift card. Although it probably means a bit less given this whole car thing. Happy Birthday Dad!

This has sort of been the worst day ever.

The guy didn't even stay either, he just ran off. Never managed to get a good look at him. Just that he was wearing a white T-shirt and cutoff shirts. Which is sort of what everyone's wearing right now. I think the insurance company might think I'm lying. Then again, I sort of think the insurance company is the root of all evil.

Peace guys, minus the asshole who wrecked my car

I'm a bit of a chicken shit

I didn't get much sleep last night. Some punks were throwing rocks at my window or something because there were weird tapping sounds all night. And when you've been spending the last day or so reading up on some messed up horror movie shit, your imagination gets to you a bit. I ended up turning on the lights in my room and watching South Park until my parents came in and made me go to sleep.

Little things like that have been bugging me like that. Weird noises, odd coincidences. I actually thought I saw the guy for a split second. You guys probably think I'm a bit cracked. I'm not, I swear. I'm just letting this stupid game get to me. I figure it will go away in a couple days.

In other news, it's my father's birthday tomorrow.Being the awful procrastinator that I am, I haven't gotten him anything yet. Luckily all he really needs is a gift certificate to Best Buy and he's totally happy. I do have to head out there today, though. Which means I'm going to have to figure out how to get Dad to let me use the car without telling him that I'm lazy and am picking him up a gift at the last minute. It will take all of the persuasion skills I have, AKA none. Wish me luck.

I seriously need to get a car. I'm heading off to college in a month. I'm hardly going to be able to get around without a car. But broke ass me can't afford it. Oh the humanity.

Peace guys,

Monday, July 25, 2011

First Post

Hello. I'm Brandon Voight, and I'm an alchoholic.

Ok, not really. I am Brandon Voight though. And I'm going to be going to Florida University once term starts in August. It's a bit of a party school so who knows, I might become an alchoholic. It's not my intention though. My dad just happened to go there and their Art History program doesn't suck. That's what I'm majoring in, by the way. In case you didn't notice my obvious art history themes. I'm sort of excited, actually. I'm going to be living on my own for the first time, and there's just something about that freedom that is so wonderful. I've still got a month or so, though. Still hanging in Tampa with the folks. The anticipation is killing me.

Is that what you're supposed to do in a first blog post? I think you're supposed to introduce yourself and stuff. I have to admit that I've never had a blog before. I haven't even kept a journal. I'm just not that kind of guy. The only reason I even have this blog is because this girl gave me a flier about this slender man thing, and it's interesting. Completely psychotic, but interesting.

I think it's some sort of game or something. Unless these people actually believe they're being stalked by a monster, in which they have some serious problems. I don't think I'm going to play or anything, it's a little too twisted for my tastes. But something about me has got me curious. So I got a blogger account so I could follow some of the interesting ones. And then I thought that it would be silly to have a blogger account and not make a blog. So here I am typing away like an idiot.

Peace guys,