Author's note: This is just a short, silly fanfic just to test exactly how to post stuff... I hope you still enjoy this idea my friends and I joked about before.


A girl scout group were walking along, going house to house selling boxes of cookies. They stopped in front of a house shaded by an enormous tree in the front yard. The grass was over grown and, frankly, it looked like the owner didn't care about his house much. Eight girl scouts stood next to the dented mailbox, which had painted in white: S.M.

"This house doesn't seem very safe." Said one girl nervously.

"I doubt we'll get any luck here." Said another.

The leader of the group looked around, then back to the others. "Come on girls, this is the last house on the block." she said, motioning to the woods besides the house in question. "We only have a few boxes left." she pointed to the wagoon they had used to carry the cookies. "This'll be the last house, so we can get home before dark."

The others agreed, and they gathered around the front door. The tallest of the eight rang the doorbell.

Holding their breath so as not to scream, a tall, pale man with a suit, but no face, emerged from inside the house. A person who went by the name 'Slenderman'. He looked down at the girls.

The leader cleared her throat. "E-excuse m-m-me sir, w-would you like to b-buy some of our cookies? To help the troops..." She said her expected line slowly but with notable fear.

The man paused. He then, somehow, said in a deep, creepy voice, "To hear my anwser, you must first find all eight pages."

With that, the troop was transported into the center of the woods that they had been beside only just a moment ago.
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It was after midnight when the only survivor of the group made it out of the woods. She stepped on the concrete of the sidewalk in front of HIS house. The one who had killed(?) all seven of her friends. Sitting by the front door, was their wagon, untouched since that evening. She walked beside it, looking up at Slenderman in the doorway who seemed to have not moved in inch. She then dropped eight pieces of notepaper she and her group had collected onto the floor between them. Slenderman looked down as they scattered around his feet.

"Good... and my anwser is no."

He then slammed the door in the face of the girl.