Hey. It’s Dante. I just did an interview with Mark from Marks Babbling.
It went slightly better than the others, I guess…
Dante: Hello Mark
Mark: Hi there, Dante.
Dante: Do you know why I’m contacting you?
Mark: As I understand it you’ve got some questions about It.
Dante: Yes, I’ve been searching for people who can help Kyle’s troubles. And you seem legitimate enough.
Mark: Gee, thanks. Nah, I guess I can understand that. It’s hard to tell sometimes. What can I do?
Dante: So ummmmmmm… How much do you know about it?
Mark: About It? I know it has many names, usually variations of “Slenderman.” I know It started haunting or harassing me when I was ten but has since apparently determined me no longer interesting and I know that people it is seen by often vanish, die, or both. I know a buddy’s shot at it at least three times with no effect and I know that it’s touched me twice, and each time has burnt like hell. After that, nothing much.
Dante: Do you know anyways to kill it? Or defeat it?
Mark: I know everyone and their brother has a theory, even those who think it’s fake. I hear people say iron kills it, no wait, steel kills it, no wait! Nothing can kill it but water can stop it! It’s all a bunch of shit. I don’t think any of us can stop, injure, defeat or otherwise impede it. I think maybe we can avoid it a bit, but that’s all. If it wants us, I don’t think we can stop it. If you ask me though, it’s the people it takes and uses that are the most dangerous. People say It has killed before, but I promise you its people are dangerous.
Dante: So you have no idea how to kill it then?
Mark: Absolutely none.
Dante: Great… Well, one last question.
Mark: Alright then… shoot
Dante: I’ve been reading your blog…
Do you feel guilty about what you tried to do to your friend Quinn?
Mark: I’m not going to even bother answering that. Until you’ve stood where I stood, saw what I saw and know what I’ve known, you haven’t got a fucking leg to stand on when it comes to judging me, especially not in relation to someone who kept me and my best friend locked up for the better part of a week and whose only explanation is “I wasn’t myself.”
I think this is over.