Sorry to lave in such a hurry, but there was something there, in the bunker. Looked twisted, like a portrait of the Slenderman left out in the rain. And I think it saw me, it was pressing into my mind. Couldn't stay there, stole clothes and a crutch, left quietly. Sorry.
Don't come after me, hate to get you into trouble with other proxies or the Slenderman, you've already done too much forme. I'll be fine. Thanks for everything youve done.