Tuesday evening was...eventful, to say the least.
It started when I glanced out my bedroom window and saw Mr. Footman in the graveyard. He was working on...well, on a something--a something that looked a bit like a vessel, but also glowed and sparked. Curious, I went down and talked to him. He told me it is an anti-ecto-theric device, built to contain the Slenderman apparition. He'd been spurred to action upon learning that Mr. Melnik had been attacked. When I asked him about the other spirits, he said the device would not be able to distinguish between them, so the others would also be trapped.
I was distressed by such news, and soon hurried away, hoping to find Miss Hermit. I knew she'd moved into the Clockhaven district, but I wasn't sure where, so when I heard voices in the Gangplank, I decided to go in there to ask if anyone had seen her, or knew where she lived.
There were several citizens inside, having an amiable conversation. I greeted them, but decided to wait for a break in the conversation before asking about Miss Hermit. It wasn't long, though, before I felt the hairs on the back of my neck pricking. Then Miss Sky looked out of the window and gasped. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, and turned around, just in time to see Slenderman come in, straight through the wall!
It was accompanied by a great deal of fog or smoke, which was a new addition to its arsenal of fear. (Though Miss Macbain couldn't see him...or wouldn't let herself believe in what she saw, and so she hurried out to try to find members of the fire brigade. She must have forgotten that I'm part of it.) I also heard it speak for the first time, though thankfully it didn't direct any of its attention to me. Through its words, we learned that it was looking for a "host." It finally settled on Miss Sky, and grasped her with its tentacles!
I'm not sure what would have happened if it hadn't been for Mr. Mornington. He stepped inbetween Slenderman and Miss Sky, and it seemed as if something about him made Slenderman draw back. The fog dissipated, and Slenderman disappeared. Miss Sky, apart from feeling drained, seemed to be all right.
I'm afraid I forgot my purpose after that. I hurried away, wanting to retreat to the safety of my apartment. Much as I hate to admit it, Mr. Footman is right. Something has to be done about this apparition, and quickly, before it succeeds in finding a host. I just hope something can be done about the other spirits before Mr. Footman finishes his device.