Everybody's Looking for Something

It occurs to me that "weird stuff that happened last time I looked into stuff about the Slenderman" sounds like a cliche.  Like there will be some kind of traumatic revelation later, and I've been being followed all along.  (Dun-dun-DUUUNNNNN!) 
No such luck.  Apartments equal strange noises.  A week of creepy stuff late at night when everyone else is asleep gets the imagination into overdrive.  In the end, I woke up the rest of the apartment after thinking my shadow in the hallway was the Slenderman for a second. 
I've got a weakness for strange and mysterious things.  I like to believe this kind of stuff is real.  A completely rational world is a little predictable, maybe even boring.  Sure, a lot of this stuff is probably fiction.  But, maybe it's not.  Maybe there's actually an Alice who will find Jeanette a little faster.  Maybe I've done something good. 
On the other side of that possibility, maybe my searching will wake up something dangerous.  Perhaps my inquiries on the subject of the Panopticon have not gone unnoticed.  Maybe that wasn't my shadow in the hall.
Yeah, sure, and maybe I've pissed off Zalgo with the silly thing I posted yesterday.