Inferno-Part Three

     I've been losing time at a terrible pace.  How long has it been since my last update?  When I woke up this morning, I was at the edge of the woods about a mile from my motel.  I think I was sleepwalking, but one can never be too sure.  I haven't seen him in the past couple of weeks.  I haven't seen him, but I can feel him watching me and that is almost worse.  If there's a bee in the room, one wants to see it.  Every flicker in my peripheral vision, every shadow that crosses my window, every sudden noise as the motel rooms settle.  And it is so cold all the time, so very cold.  Whenever I wake up, there are small icicles or frost spiderwebbing across the window panes.  This is California; it's not supposed to...

Madoc, are you here? I've been sleepwalking again, my dear.

       This morning, I woke up in the dorm’s basement.  Unlike the sub-basement, it’s furnished with a television, a pool table, and some very comfortable couches.  Guess where I woke up?  My neck is an opera of injured nerves.  I found some weird notes scattered around the table next to me.

 

       The first one says 'NO SLEEP' over and over.  I thought the second was gibberish at first, but after some research I realized it is a copy of one of the nine "perfect" word squares.  The words themselves don't have much to do with the situation (I think), but the capitalization screamed 'code'.  The first two hidden words are then DEATH and DIE.  The last two gave me problems because their letters are out of order.  After some patient anagramming, I figure they read 'NOT SANE'.  ...That, or 'TONES AN'.  But the former makes more sense, you think?  The last one clearly has 'DIE" in capitals, but the format made me suspicious.  After a while, I recognized it as a backwards sentence without spaces.  'He is coming soon and your blood will flood the earth' is what it says.  When I took those pictures I was very cold all of a sudden, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.  I haven't seen the lean mean tentacle machine since the dry ice bomb incident.  I get the feeling 'seen' is the operative word in that statement. 
      I was hoping the pills would prevent the sleepwalking.  Bitter disappointment.  My roommate apparently saw me leave the dorm around 4 AM, and assumed I was going to the bathroom.  I talked to the security guard at the front desk, too.  I told him I had a sleepwalking problem and wanted to know where I'd gone in the night (I didn't mention anything else, of course) and he let me look over the hall security tapes with him. 

 There is no record of me being in my hall since I came back to the dorm yesterday afternoon.  

The guard thought I was pulling a stupid prank and reprimanded me.  Does anybody know what's happening to me?


     Delia has been officially reported missing.  The police are supposed to come and interview people.  I think it's safe to assume who has her.

     

Somnabulism

Dreams.  In archaic Freudian terms, they spring up from the Id and pass through the filter of the Ego.  I have often wondered if, at least for certain people, there exists the ability to tap into a Dreamscape; the collective Id of the human race, if you will.  This hypothesis is far-fetched, I know, but bear with my musings.  Suppose the Slender Man can find us through our dreams.  He clearly has some influence over our minds, and I’ve heard tell of people waking up in strange locations.  He seems to feed off of negative emotions, and when are we most susceptible to unbridled feeling if not in our dreams?  I will look into this.

I have started sleepwalking again.  It used to be a problem, coupled with some other sleep-related disorders.  Last night, I dreamed of faces, many faces falling apart at the seams.  It was as if something was punching holes in them and pulling out the stitching; inside the faces were pitchy and corroded and stunk of rotting wood.  According to my roommate, I got out of my bed around 4:40 and stood at the window for a few minutes before going back to sleep.  I do not remember ever waking.

I have not seen him yet today.  I am leaving for school very soon though; the day is young.