When in the woods

by Clenhian

Moira moved back from America to her native Norway, but a familiar face from the past starts killing the people in town. Why does she remember the faceless figure? And what does he want with her? Rated M for violence, sex, and language.

1. Prologue

A/N: I don't own Slender or any other Creepypasta, just my OC Moira. This is also my first story on FanFiction, so I hope you enjoy!

Prologue

I moved to the northern taiga of Norway to get away from people, and become more in tune with nature. Having grown up in the concrete jungle of Los Angeles, I figured a move to the woods would help me get back to the world that was taken away from me by a drunk driver on one of the worst possible days.

It was Christmas eve when I was only five, and when I was snug in my bed, as the rhyme goes, my biological parents were coming home from a business party, when they were hit and instantly killed by a drunk driver. The only reason I knew was that a kind police officer who was investigating found out that the deceased had a child, and decided that no child should be left alone on such a day as that. He took me to his home and family, where I celebrated with them, not knowing the true gravity of the situation. For the next two years, I was shuffled around various foster homes and orphanages.

When I was seven, I was finally adopted by a rich family in the US, but for the shallowest of reasons. I was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl, and that was pretty much the only reason it was me, as opposed to the thousands of kids who could have actually had a good home. I was taught to stay quiet, nod, and smile whenever my name was called. My name is Moira Sineson, and this is the story of how I met Slenderman, and the rest of the murderous Creepypastas.