Slender's Invasion
One two…
He's coming for you
There are footsteps outside. You sprint out of the woods when you come across an old house. You run inside and enter the room farthest from the door. You look out the window. He's staring at you.
Three four…
Can't lock the door
The front door slowly creaks open. He's inside.
Five six…
Arms and legs like sticks
The slow, noisy footsteps on the creaky, squeaky floorboards are unbearable. You dive under the bed, hoping he won't find you. One by one you hear the floor squeak. You hear the constant tapping of shoe on wood.
Pit… Pat… Pit… Pat… Pit… Pat… Pit… Pat… Pit… Pat…
Seven eight…
You're gonna be late
It's at that moment you realize there's no escape. The door of the bedroom slowly slides open.
Don't move. He'll feel you.
Don't breathe. He'll smell it.
Don't think.
He'll hear you.
The black formal shoes slowly make their way to the bed. They stop. There is no noise for a good five minutes. You almost scream and run away. Your heart is beating a thousand times per second. You shut your eyes tight and pray he walks away. He shifts himself. He reaches down and pulls up the dust rug.
HE SMILES.
Nine ten…
He'll do it again.