Saturday, March 19, 2011

Clyde Ross (1977-2011)

Our time together was too short, love. So many regrets. So many things I wish I would have done differently. Should I have begged them to allow Lucy and myself to be taken that day? Should I have acted sooner? Should I have worked alone and not convinced Clyde to intervene? Should I have stayed with him?
Why? Why did this have to happen? I have nothing but questions.
Without you, Clyde. Without you... What do I do now?

I curse the name Slenderman. I curse with everything I have and am.

Clyde... Forgive me.

Blake... Pete... Thank you both. At least Ron was saved. I will pray for his recovery.



  1. Again, I'm so, so sorry, Clarice. I know it's meaningless to keep saying that, but that's all I can give.

    Well, what do you want to do about receiving Clyde's keepsakes? He really wanted to get them to you.

  2. I understand. I will get in touch with you about that soon.

  3. So you're heading to Chicago as well, BL? Why did you not come with us if we're all going to meet at the same place again?