I don't know what I'm doing here. All I remember is talking about Him with my friends. One of my friends, Andy, as a joke, said that we should go out and try to find it. We don't live far from the forest that an oil tanker guy was attacked. He died in hospital. Just before he died he told the authorities that a slim, no-faced, dark creature with long arms, had attacked him. The police thought that it must have been some punks from around town playing a joke, but those who believe know. Know what really happened. Who it was. Him. Slenderman.

When I woke up, I was lying next to a wired fence, that looked like it had once been electrified. It made no buzzing noise, and it was rusty. I looked up into the night sky. It was clear. All I could see were the stars. I breathed. The cold had turned my breath into mist. I suddenly noticed how cold I was. I looked down at myself. All I had on was a t-shirt and shorts. What I was wearing earlier today, talking about Him. It was summer after all. But the wind made it fresh. My hands started to feel numb. I put them into my short pockets in an attempt to keep them slightly warm. In my right pocket I felt something. I pulled it out and tried to look at it. It was too dark, but I managed to see the outline of torch. I found the switch and turned it on. The light wasn't particularly bright, but bright enough to see almost clearly.

I kept it on and put my left hand in the left pocket, to keep my hand warm. I felt a piece of paper and pulled it out. It was old and slightly crumpled. It was folded neatly in quarters; well as neatly as you could if it was crumpled. I opened it up. I read it. Over and over again. Trying to see if there was anything I missed, but there wasn't. It said:

"COLLECT ALL 8 PAGES AND YOU WILL SURVIVE"

Survive? Survive what? Then it hit me. Him. The Operator. The Pale One. Slenderman.

I kept on reading for a little while. Digging into my pockets. Looking at the torch. At the trees. Anywhere, desperately looking for more instructions. On what these pages looked like. How they would save me, and generally what I'm doing.

After looking for what seemed like hours, I gave up. Slumped up against a tree. I started to fall asleep. Just as my eyelids started to droop, I heard something. It was like a mysterious whisper, battling to be heard against the wind. "Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep, He will come if you do." I heard the same thing for about a minute. Then it stopped, and once again all I could hear was the wind.

I stood up and looked around, suddenly knowing what to do. It was like the whisper had told me something I hadn't heard through ears, but heard through thoughts. Thoughts I hadn't had.