Alright, before you all accuse me of being lazy and saying that I'm just trying to finish it, hear me out. I was reading back through the story and as I read the reviews, I found that the first chapter seemed to the best of all of them. So, the reason why I deleted the rest is because it seemed forced; maybe in the future, I'll rewrite the characters into another story. If you didn't read this story before this, then you have no idea what happened, so please read this.
Date: November 7th, 1978
Video Recording #28
Patient #232- Joseph Roberts
Doctor Richards, a white haired, aging doctor with wrinkles, sits down at the table in front of a patient with straight black hair that reached his shoulders and a white hospital gown. He has his face down on the table as Doctor Richards down and shakes his head. In front of the camera is a window showing a wide forest with tall trees, wind blowing them to the side ever so slightly.
"So can you tell me this time about what you've seen?" He asks, with weariness in his voice, obviously annoyed.
"I don't want to." The patient responds with no emotion.
"Come on, Joseph, the quicker you tell me about, the quicker I can allow you to leave." Richards asks and Joseph's head slowly rises, his eyes and bags under them are now visible. They are the eyes of a greatly disturbed, yet terrified man, the eyes of war veterans, the eyes of attempted murder survivors, the eyes of psychopaths.
Every time I mention him, I see him." He tells the doctor who put down his clipboard and pen on the table with a click.
"Then draw a picture for me of 'him.'" Doctor Richards proposes as Joseph takes the clipboard and draws on the clipboard for a couple seconds before he puts down the pen. He then rests his chin on the table like a door, bored and wanting to be anywhere but here.
"So what is this?" Doctor Richards asks as he turns the clipboard and looks at it with a completely shocked and terrified face.
"That's him." Is Joseph's only response to the question, his pose or facial expression unchanging.
"What are those?" He says as he points at the many squiggly lines coming from its back.
"Those are his arms his many arms." Joseph explains, his eyes lighting up a little with fear but it quickly dies down.
"I see, but where is his face?" Doctor Richards asks as he looks at his patient with major curiosity, wanting to know what Joseph is seeing, what is haunting him.
"He does not have a face." Joseph answers, a dull, yet frightened look in his eye, staring back at the doctor.
"So, when did you first start seeing him?" Dr. Richards asks, trying to push deeper.
"I do want to." He answered making Doctor Roberts hang his head.
"Joseph, you can trust me." He says in a calm voice.
"I know I can trust you...I do trust you, but talking about him...makes me..." He turns his head to face the camera, fear in his eyes but no expression on his face.
"Just tell me, you'll feel better afterwards."
"I saw him five years ago in a forest after my sister's disappearance. I was walking from the cemetery to my car when I saw a man in the forest. I didn't think anything of it, but when I got home, he was in the forest and that was when I got a good look at him. When I saw what he was, I ran into the house and locked the door. I tried to watch T.V. and everything but it wouldn't work. Then, I saw him window looking at me, cocking his head to the side as if he's studying me. I shot at him with my pistol but it was like it passed through him. Nothing affected him, guns, lights, flames! Nothing! He toyed with me, making my friends disappear."
"The friends that turned up in your basement dead?" The doctor asked with curiosity.
"Yeah, he framed me, made me look like a killer! I didn't do it, he framed me!"
"But their blood was found on your clothes."
"Do you think I'm crazy?" Joseph asks, standing up and slamming his hands on the table, anger painted on his face completely as the fire of fury burned in his eyes.
"No, it's just that it looks like you were the culprit your friends' deaths." Doctor Richards responds, throwing up his hands in defense just in case. "You were at the crime scene, they were found in-in-in your house, your knife were covered with blood, sulfuric acid was found, all-all-all the evidence points at-"
"I didn't do it!" Joseph screams at Doctor Richards's face before pointing at the picture. "He did it! He stabbed with his arms! He ripped them apart!" Joseph screams before the camera goes to static for a brief second. When it comes back up, it has a tall, thin man outside the window in the forest, standing there as if he was watching the entire scene. "He took their hearts and squeezed them until they exploded! He put their organs in plastic bags as if to store them for later to eat!" The camera goes to static again and when it returns the man in the forest is gone and the trees are still blowing in the wind. "He is the one who killed them all." Joseph says as tears run down his cheeks, his eyes now filled with deep, deep, deep sadness, he remembers when the police came to his house, when they showed him their bodies, when he stood trial for something he had nothing do with. "He is the one! He is the one responsible not me! I'm not crazy...you've got to believe me, I'm not crazy!" He shouts with fury, grabbing his hair and pulling it, as if trying to pull out the memories, the expressions plastered on his friends face. Doctor Richards gets up from his seat and places his hand on his shoulder, making the pulling lower in intensity.
"Joseph, I don't think you're crazy." He says in a low, comforting tone. "I don't think you're crazy at all. But you've got to understand Joseph...you did it, not this Slender Man." Richards says to him.
Joseph suddenly sits straight and faces the doctor like a cornered animal, fear on his face, desperation in his voice. "He'll hear you; he'll come for me, DON'T SAY HIS NAME!" The camera goes into static another time and when it slightly evens out enough to see a bit, the same man, now standing on the other side of the trees, is in full view of the camera. Nobody notices him, especially Doctor Richards, who is in full view of the man. Camera goes into attic interference before returning to full quality, the man gone, with the wind still blowing the trees slightly.
"He isn't real." Doctor Richards says in a calmer voice.
"Yes he is, he killed my sister...I found her strung out in a tree...impaled on a branch and her body was completely skinned." Joseph squeaks out, sadness in his voice with a tent of regret. "I could've saved her... I could've stopped him...I could've sacrificed myself...but it's too late, he had taken her, tortured her, then killed her!"
"But the authorities never reported her found." Doctor Richards says, taking his seat again, his face mixed with disgust of the story and surprise of his findings his sister.
"Don't you see?" Joseph shouts, slamming his fists down the table, his voice almost cracking. "He was toying with me, he was trying to get me to crack and leave me vulnerable!" He started smiling, almost laughing with insanity. "He could've taken me anytime he wanted, but no, he killed my dog...drove my wife and child away from me...killed my friends...destroyed my life...got me locked up in a sanitarium." He chuckles as he looks up, revealing his eyes are filled with deep sorrow but his mouth twisted in a disturbing, demented smile. "He is trying to destroy me...make me weak...driving me off the deep end...making me look like a murderer, a cold hearted, Ed Gein copy-cat murderer. " He chuckles, masking the anger, the hurt, the pain, the angst, the fear. Then the smile disappears and his mouth turns into a full scowl. "I'm not Ed Gein, I'm not Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, Chucky, Jason, Scream! I'm not; I'm just Joseph Roberts, a man whose life was destroyed by Slender Man."
"Joseph, listen to me! There is no Slender Man." Richards says before he points at the picture. "He is not real, he does not exist."
Camera goes to static yet again and this time the man is in the window, which means he has to be standing on something or floating because the room is on the second floor. Joseph looks at the window and screams as he falls back and crawls into the corner off screen. Doctor Richards looks at the window furiously trying to find the source of his patient's fear, but he sees nothing, oblivious to the faceless man standing in front of his window.
"What's wrong, Joseph?" He asks desperation in his voice as he looks at the cowering man in the corner.
"HE'S HERE! HE OUTSIDE, HE COMING TO GET ME!" Joseph screams in extreme fear. From the sound of his voice, he knows it's come for him, he's told too much. Then the camera goes to static.
"Joseph, nobody is there!" Richards's voice is heard over the white noise. "There is nobody outside."
"HE'S COMING!" Joseph shouts once more, his voice more frantic.
"Slender man is not, HOLY SH-"Richards's shouts as the sound of glass fills the area. The camera flashes back to the fuzzy shot room and a quick glimpse of a long, suited torso and Doctor Richards being lifted off the ground while choked by a black tentacle shows before it goes to static.
"Doctor Richards!" Joseph shouts as the camera flashes back to see a body with a long white jacket flying at the camera and knocks it down to the ground, showing Joseph in the corner, in a fetal position crying rocking back and forth. The camera flashes back to static.
"No, stay away from me!" Joseph is heard shouting. "No, get away!"
The camera flashes back as the man is standing in front of Joseph and black tentacles are heading back toward him. The camera statics out again as Joseph bloodcurdling scream cuts through the white noise before dissipating as the tape ends.