Run. Don't do anything else, don't think about anything else, just RUN. Anything you think about now may be the last thought you ever have. Clear your mind of all thoughts, and run. Otherwise you're not going to have another breath.
It all started about ten minutes ago. It was a typical summer's day, and I was at school in Sports class. We were continuing with our current orienteering unit in the woods behind our school, but this week our team decided to try a new tactic. All of us would split up, and try to find as many markers as we could around the forest. We would also use landmarks as designated meet-up points, so that we wouldn't venture too far. The teacher's whistle blew, and we all set off. I quickly winked to my friend Jamie as we headed separate ways. That was last time I ever saw another person.
It had been seven minutes since I'd first started, and I'd managed to find 8 of the 15 markers set up around the forest. Little did I realise when I couldn't see any more markers that I'd gone too far. It would be a fatal mistake soon enough. So, naturally, I turned around to head back. But then it happened. About 30 feet in front of me was an extremely tall figure. It was wearing a grey suit, long arms, and a white head. There weren't any features on the head, but looking at it made my head hurt. I swore to God that it rang a bell; that I'd seen it somewhere before. On the Internet, perhaps? And that's when it hit me. I remembered what it was.
Slenderman.
There were so many urban legends around the Internet that none of them seemed true. The SCP Foundation. Jeff the Killer. The Rake. Not a single one was even remotely believable. Creepy, but not convincing. Initially I thought it might be a prank. Someone would've known we were out in the forest, donned a costume and came here. But still, my head only hurt when I looked at it. I didn't have time to think, not now. But there was one thing I had time to do. RUN.
Luckily, I knew that the markers were south of me, so I used my compass to navigate back there. I felt so relieved when the markers became visible once again. Looking over my shoulder, I couldn't see the thing anymore. But then I heard something. A scream.