Now many would agree that there is no such thing as this,
"slender man". But I know differently...
I saw him once, and then another time I was able To get evidence that
he had been there the night before. I was in my bed, looking through
the small gap between the door and the frame that I had left so that
a minute amount of light could shine through so if I should ever need
to get up I could find the door with ease. I saw a shadow appear then
quickly shift away.This happened multiple times. I don't know how I fell
asleep, but I did...
I woke up and found a circle with an X through the middle crudely
smeared on my bedroom wall. I thought, or I hoped, that I was just
dreaming. As I slinked through my house a cold shiver grated up my spine
and an uneasy chill filled the scene, I was being watched.
I slipped into the shower and after getting out and dressed, I noticed
something that looked like curled up tree branches outside my
window in the corner of my eye. I looked more carefully as the twisted
limbs reached quickly for the bricks by the steamy window.
All I could make out was a fluster of tentacles and his face, or lack of,
glaring up at me as I glared back. I couldn`t breathe, I couldn`t move,
I could only watch.
I regained my ability to move and ran for the phone, my fingers just
couldn`t hit the numbers right, they just wouldn`t stop shaking.
Eventually, after many attempts to dial them,
the police arrived and agreed to search the house. The plants under the
window were all down at an angle in two places.
And the same gooey, black, sticky, paint like substance was all around
the window frame.
The cops found no footprints, but the fence that separated my
neighbour's garden from mine was down. I was scared but went to school
anyway. It was a normal day, apart from the story of the "white mask
man". Some kids were talking about a thief with a funny mask that made
it look as though he had no face in the paper that morning.
I didn`t say anything about the previous night to keep myself
from looking stupid. The day dragged on as usual, maths, biology,
break, french, english and so on... until the home time bell rang...
On the way home, my friend and I were alone walking down the street,
when a deep fog landed in the blink of an eye. It was a hot day with
no rain. So where did the fog come from? We peered through the fog
to see a silhouette... a man... an impossibly tall... skinny... man.
He looked like he had long, curled branches jutting from his upper
back. My friend made a joke about the masked man from school.
But I knew better. I grabbed my friend`s arm and started to run in the
other direction to keep that thing at a distance, but it followed.
Closer and closer, it almost touched me before we got inside my house.
My friend left two days ago. He said he'd had enough of this shit and
wanted to go home. I haven't seen him since. Fuck, I don't even know
if he made past the front gate. I can't stop thinking about what might
have happened to him.
So, this is my story, here I am... Broken and asking what to do...
If I had one chance, just one, slender chance, to escape this...
I would take it... but I see him watching. His face I will remember
till the day I die.
Which I`m sure is soon...