You likely have not heard of it. It doesn't have cute kittens saying funny things with a lisp. It doesn't have a celebrity throwing a tantrum. (See what I think of most of the people on the Internet? Like how I slipped that in? Except for you of course. You're straight up!)
Alex, a young college filmmaker, has written a script for a movie called Marble Hornets, which as near as I can figure hovers somewhere in the vicinity of Tommy Wisseau's The Room as far as dialogue and storyline go, with better talent and fewer cameras. However, Alex's movie Marble Hornets isn't the focus of this Youtube Blair Witchian tale. Several years ago, Alex gave away his mountains of tapes, dropped the project, and disappeared.
Now, this would not have seemed odd to me if I had not been regaled for the past 2 years by my daughter with spooky stories of The Slender Man, an urban legend that somehow escaped my radar. You can read about him here.
Hoody- (or is it Hoodie?) Hoody is another enigma of the Marble Hornets saga. For motives that are all his own, Hoody appears in the woods where Alex and Jay have apparently been followed by The Slender Man. Jay drops his camera in fear and hot foots it out of there. Knowing that the only key to Jay's survival now that he is involved is the footage, and the continuous filming of every noisy step he takes, a mysterious figure in a gray hooded sweatshirt is seen through the camera lens after having rescued the camera and deposited it into Jay's car for safe keeping. Hoody, as he has been affectionately termed by his fans, turns toward the camera, pauses for effect, and disappears. He, of course, has no face that is distinguishable beneath the hood from whence he gets his name.
In conclusion, enjoyed alongside the uploads from the Youtube account "totheark" which seem to be official uploads from someone trying to goad Jay along, the Marble Hornets saga can be quite addictive. I have no idea why I'm writing about it, though. I can't tell you anymore about it without giving too much away. But then, is there really much else to give away? A lot happens. Or does it? I feel oddly compelled to share all this with someone. Anyone. And...I think I hear footsteps.