I live in a small town made completely of forest, with a bigger town just miles away. In that bigger town, I go to school, we buy groceries at the local super market, and all of my friends live in that town. I don't often leave my house; I usually don't want to. I have many reasons to stay, like the beautiful forest paths, the creeks that run through there, the smell of marshes, the wildlife. Why go to the city when I have nature?
Also, I have the internet. Oh yes, the internet is a wonderful thing to have.
Online, we can't get away from creepy things. I love creepy things, though. The dark side of life is just as beautiful as its counterpart. My favorite "creepypasta" on the internet is the Slender story.
I found him, you know. In my own back yard. He's so nice. Here's the story.
It was late fall. I'm outside more than even during this time of year. Cool weather, the leaves in the trees- you know how it goes. I remember walking down my favorite path, the sound of wind filling my ears, the crunch of leaves beneath my worn out converses. I remember it so well. I distinctly recall a buzzing noise. A hum, a general feeling of something near by. I feel chills thinking about it.
Suddenly the wind stops and there is silence. Leaves no longer rustle, and the hum goes away. He steps out from a cataract of dead, falling vines. I must admit, I was horrified.
I did not scream. I hear the sound of my own short gasp, but that is all. He had a sickly shade of white as skin, and of course, a blank face. His black aura seemed to suck me in. Time stood still. I could feel my expression, blank as his face. Looking back on the event, he was surely studying me. He had hands, and they were huge. Fingers started to sink into my heavy jacket. Was he picking me up? I don't know.
My face almost touches his own, his pale head gets closer, but I don't realize it until I can see the texture of his skin. It looked like dense snow, or some sort of cream. He radiated cold, almost like he was made of snow.
With an inky black shine, I see them rise from his back. He actually has tentacles. That, I find hard to believe, but it's true. One of them caress my face, pulling it side to side. He truly did study me, and although he had no face, it was as if you can see his expressions. I don't know, but he had this cold, calm feeling about him.
Before I know it, he's gone. That was the first time I saw him. There were many more to come.