I wake up, my eyes opening in astonishment. That...that thing was staring at me through the window, its white face looking at me, or at least I think it is. I'm not very sure on the matter, seeing as he has no eyes. Or mouth on that matter.
'Maybe...it's Slenderman!...No, that can't be. He isn't real...Is He?'I thought, my heart going miles a minutes. I try to calm down, breathing deeply for a few minutes, before sighing and throwing myself back onto my bed and look at my oh so interesting ceiling. 'Why can't it just leave me alone? This is, like, the fourth time it came this week! I just want some sleep.'
Hearing a door creek, I jump out of bed, my heart beating against my ribcage. As a mans silouette comes into my view, my visions blackens out as my heart gives away.
I wake up the next morining, Is it the next morning? I wake up in what looks like a hospital bed, the curtains drawn around me. As if on cue, a nurse comes around the corner, saying 'Oh, you're awake! Let me go get the doctor' and leaves afters she's gotten me comfortable.
A few minutes late, a doctor comes in."Ah, you're finally awake I see. How are you feeling?"she asks as she checks through my papers.I replied."Good"as I tried to sit up, only to be pushed down by the doctor. "I don't think that's a good idea, what with all of your stab wounds. I'm quite surprised you made it though."she told me as she checked my vitals signs.
Confused, I looked down and lift up my gown up, seeing bruises of various colors and places where stab wounds were. Reaching downward, I touch one to see if they were real.
Yup, they're real. "Owwwwww...why did I do that?"I whisper to myself, thowing my head back on the pillow, I look at my arms, where various cords were in me, My eyes follow them upward, leading up to an IV bag. Uninterested, I follow them back I started to look down, I noticed a...strange marking etched onto my arm. Getting a better look at it, I see a simple circle with an X over it. I gasp, silently so nobody would hear. 'That...that looks like that one popular mark in the popular Slenderman game that I've seen my friends play.
Whoever stabbed me is one sick twisted motherfucker to etch this demonic mark into me. And if I ever meet him, he won't be seeing the next day