Chapter One: Rust Conditions

Hi, my name is Jon Joce, and I made a pun in my blog title!

Ok, my name isn't really Jon Joce, but as if I'm going to go by anything else in these kind of situations, I mean what better to go by than the most amazing book character ever?

He's my book character, in the book I'm writing, by the way, although I'm only on...chapter one, as a matter of fact.

So I go to high school this morning.

And I do all my work.

And I come home, and mom lets me drive the car down the driveway.

And I get some popcorn.

And I go downstairs, and I pop on my computer, and I see that one of those weirdos that deal with Frap have sent me another thing to post for them - I post everything on Frap's blog. Not his comments, but the blog itself. He got paranoid about tracking IP addresses or something. Not as if STAYING IN ONE PLACE is going to help them get ME any slower.

And then I turn around to go get some water and one of the weirdos himself is there, standing on my carpet with his muddy boots, and oh my god mom's going to KILL me when she gets home! She barely lets anyone eat at all down here for fear of getting the smallest stain on the rug.

He doesn't say anything. He just walks up and slaps me, then disappears. Poof! Just like that. Is that weird? I don't think so.

But they've been talking about me. They've warned me that soon it would start, and I guess that was the start, so here I go, because I've read all about the Slender Man and I'm pretty sure that's what it's about...I had to turn on all the lights in my house the first night. I live in the woods. I can look outside, right now, and see a thousand creepy tree silhouettes just waiting to turn up a monster. I didn't think it was REAL, I'd love it if I woke up one day with a dragon perched on my nightstand or a satyr snagging our orange juice, but that kind of stuff doesn't happen to me. Pity.

I haven't actually seen him yet. But I think that's a bit of a blessing, right? What is Frap going to think when he sees the new stuff? What are the WEIRDOS going to do about this? Well, from what they've said they'll be gone in a day or two, and then I just have to deal with Frap.

I say I've read about the Slender Man, and when I say it I mean it. Mostly. I know lots of stuff. But how much can one kid know? (The answer is a lot, I know plenty.) But some of it escapes me. It's just new. I'll get it eventually.

So, ah, what about me? Well, I'm fourteen, I spend all my time at home, and I know more than probably everyone my age that I know. I have glasses and a slight mullet, and all of Frap's accounts and things he talked about - YouTube, most of all - that's MINE, I don't know why he got into it but hey. I mostly use the YouTube to listen to free music, so who knows? Maybe I'll start vlogging. Hee hee.

Is that all? Is that too MUCH?

Ooh, wow, I've written as much as Frap does.

Are you out there? Can anyone hear me? Or. Read me. Just, someone, I don't know. Tell me I'm not crazy. I already set up a poll...so, yeah. Do that.

*Joce