It walks,
it stalks,
it hunts in the dark,
a monster clad in black.
It sleeps,
it creeps,
it has no eyes,
as it comes galumphing back.
It itches,
it glitches,
like ants in your britches,
as it comes to you, alone.
It spills,
it kills,
and gives you the chills,
when chance, you answer the phone.
No sound,
No scream,
Or so it would seem,
Under branches and lamps aglow.
Those tearing feet,
on empty street,
no one will ever know.
It found me then,
it'll find me now,
but no one understands.
He comes,
He goes,
But nobody knows…
…Beware the Slenderman.
(A/N: Credit goes to KestrelAlanza for the cover. Check out her deviantart)