AN: I am publishing this I behalf of one if my best friends Alex. All credit goes to him.
Prologue
Running. That's all I can remember. Running was the only option; he's too powerful to fight. I saw him… it… It was in the forest. It came for me; all I could do was run. He's tall, unnaturally so. He has tentacles that I have no idea where come from. No face, just white, and that business suit… hanging unnaturally on his slender figure. I'm in a house, a wooden olden style home, abandoned. He'soutside; I can feel him, his presence. There's a chest in the corner, it looks important but Ican't open it, its locked, and just like thestrong oak door, it's the only thing keeping me alive. I have to get out, I have to escape.
*Two days earlier*
'Steven Lenderman?'
'Here'
'James Cameron?'
'Here'
I looked over to my friend, leaning precariously on his chair, brown hair cutting short just above is bright blue eyes. He looked to be reading a book, small and black.
'uhh Steve?'
I looked up surprised, realising I had been staring at him for a while.
'Oh sorry, just curious as to what you're reading'
'well it's a really interesting book on 'the tall one'
'who's 'the tall one'?
'Well, it's a myth really, but he's an ethereal being that hunts children and or people infatuated with him'
'what does he do when he gets you?' I whispered
'how would I know?'
'stop talking!' the teacher shouted angrily
'sorry' we both said in unison
'tell me about it later' I muttered as I went back to work.
All the way home I thought about the tall one, I couldn't take my mind off him, he seemed to be calling to me, to find out more. As soon as I arrived home I thrust my bag down onto the couch and pulled out my laptop, setting it down on my hard wooden desk facing out the window. I turned it on and started working, it wasn't that hard to find information on him surprisingly. There weren't many websites about him, but after trawling through information and hoaxes, I found one good source of information, a website called: "tall one, fact or fiction?"
There were many interesting facts and discussions, but one thing in particular caught my attention, a small fact stated at the bottom of the page: "mostly found in dark forests at night" I looked out my window at Kelvin nature reserve, the largest forest in town.
"Well that can't be good" I muttered. I turned back to my computer screen but just as I did, a flash of white caught my eye, for a split second, I swore I saw a tall man staring at me, but without a face, just white, but when I looked back, he was gone.