I realize I never posted this here, and I really should have. So here's my slender man story.
It’s two thirty five in the morning. I’m awake as I usually am at this time, night owl ya know? I’m up just, doing what I tend to. Browsing the web, playing games, watching YouTube videos. But these past few nights, things have been… different The internet has been acting weird. Slow, sometimes just not working at all. So I find myself using my iPad and not even playing my 360. I had been… watching random vids for about ten minutes I suppose, then… then I fell into creepy pasta. Yeah, you’re already thinking, bad idea Adam. Bad, bad idea. But hey, my iPad will load so, what the heck.
Now, I like to hear creepy pasta stories. But no matter what, I always find myself watching… his… videos… reading ‘his’ stories. Yeah, him, Slenderman. Now don’t get me wrong. When I first heard of him and other things like Jeff the Killer, and ect. I didn't care much. Web fads. “Don’t fall into them Adam.” I’d tell myself. Heh, yeah right. But the stories intrigued me. Always have. Myths, legends, Kryptids. All so fascinating, ya know. I read a bunch of stuff about the slender guy, the Tall Man, whatever his name is in German. Thought he was cool and pretty creepy. Then I heard about how he was made up by a kid to win some contest. Lost some of my interest then. But I still checked stuff out from time to time… and tonight was one of those times.
I can’t really say I was ever afraid of ole Slendy. I mean they say you have to believe and be scared for him to get cha. But… anytime I did sit and think, “What if he comes for me?” I’d just snort and figure, “Hell, if he’s real, then everything in my head would be too. And then he wouldn't be able to hurt me with my power!” Yeah, I’d be safe. Don’t have to worry bout it. Stupid way to think. Better safe than sorry.
I’m not the biggest chicken, but… sometimes I get freaked out. Well, I got thirst so I wanted to go down the hall… that… dark… black… abyss of a damned hallway, so I could get a bottle of water. I opened my bed room door and pushed the unlocked baby gate we use to keep dogs out of certain rooms, out of my way and stepped into the hall. All I could see was a little light, from the street light outside, peeking in the window. Must be a small crack in between the curtains in the living room. That calmed me down, some light. Just a little.
I started making my way down the hall, slowly, trying not to focus or think too hard and give myself a headache. I made it about two-thirds of the way to where I could just see into the living room, the kitchen to my right, living room to the left. Why in God’s holy name did I look left? I saw it, a dark figure, tall, slim. Standing, sorta... slouched, too tall for the house. I got goose-bumps up my arse crack but settle myself and rubbed my eyes, shaking my head. Just too much creepy pasta, yeah, too much YouTube. I moved my hands from my eyes and looked back up, waited for them to focus again with the tiny… tiny bit of light. God save me. He was still there! I turned and walked back to my room as fast and quiet as I could. I didn't want to wake my mom up. I went into my room, fully closed the baby gate and my door. Then I locked the door. I don’t know why, it never works when they do it in the damned stories, but I did. I’m on my bed now, writing this out. It’s now three-o-one am…. Took a while to write it but I needed to. I guess he is real, and I can’t shape-shift so. Yeah, heh, needless to say, I’m still thirsty.
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