AN: Okay, so I posted this on Memecenter quite a while ago. I decided to re-write it, maybe make it a bit longer. So here we go, this was one of my first attempts at Slenderman feels. Written from Slenderman's point of view.

I don't need anyone. The humans, they disgust me. I like to kill them, I do. I love to drive them to insanity. I love how others try to convince them that I am only in their heads. Maybe I am. I used to be.. gentler. I think that may be the word I'm looking for. I would still hurt people. Still enjoy the hunt. But it was all a bit.. gentler. I took pity on them. That was originally why I killed. Because I pitied them.

I wasn't always all alone.

There was a girl once. A small foolish little girl.

Her name was Anabelle I believe. I was in the forest, close to a school. A stood amongst the trees and watched as the little children played. Carefree and innocent. I took pity on children then. I wouldn't kill them, like the others. It always fascinated me how foolish and blind to the rest of the world they were. Unaware of pain. Unaware of suffering.

I stood there and watched from a distance. The child spotted me. She couldn't have been alive more than six years. A tiny waif of a thing.

She wasn't afraid.

She walked towards me. Fascinated. There she stood, right before me. Didn't scream. Didn't run or cry. She just stared. And then she smiled.

Truly she did not know what I was, or the things I had done.

She began to talk. Chatty little thing. She would ask me questions, and I would answer as carefully as I could.

Anabelle returned to me every day after being let out of school. She sensed my loneliness, I think. She would pick flowers for me and I would lift her so she could tuck them in my suit pocket. I started to not mind her company, and began to look forward to her visits.

She liked to draw pictures of the two of us. I didn't mind. I found them to be flattering, even. It was her parents that minded, and her teachers.

One day she didn't come. I thought nothing of it, even though I was admittedly disappointed. She had become the light of my days. She brought me joy.

But she didn't come the next day either. I had to find out why. I found her house easily, found letters to teachers. I found out that she had downs syndrome, it made her different from others apparently. That didn't bother me. I didn't care about that. But apparently they cared. They found the drawings, and they were frightened. Anabelle's parents had forbidden her to return to the woods.

I was angry.

I was so angry. Who were they to tell her that? I had done no harm to their daughter. But I knew why. It was because I'm just.. frightening. I suppose it would be natural for humans to fear something without a face. That stands tall as a tree and has branches protruding from it's back.

I killed them.

I wanted to see my friend again. They stood in the way. So I killed her parents in the bloodiest of ways. Anabelle screamed. She screamed at me, asking why. Why did I do it. I tried to explain to her, but she would not hear me. She continued to scream and I could not make her stop.

She was afraid of me.

Just like all the others, she was afraid of me. So I killed her too. I felt disgusting.

But I remembered why I hate humans so much. They are always afraid of me, I don't care anymore that I'm alone. Disgusting humans that keep such fear in their hearts. Before they even understand.

I hate them.

I hate them.

I hate them.

I don't need anyone.

I hate them.