A Slender Friend

Summary: While all her friends are at college, Shell makes friends with something she would never thought to become friends with, only because she watched a documentary.

Chapter 1

"Hurm….I'm never going to college…" I mumbled to myself and sighed, putting my head on my arm. Being 19-years old and an author of 5 months is difficult, especially living by myself.

I lived in decent sized, two-story house on the edge of town that was surrounded by woods. Creepy, yes. But I was quite used to it. I was actually still preparing for a camp that I was going to for at least a week and I would be leaving on Friday. The camp was up in Maine and we were taking a very comfy bus, the ones with televisions and bathrooms.

It was only Wednesday and I was pretty happy to be going. I needed some time away from Plymouth, my boring hometown. It was currently late July and cool out, unusual. Jess and I kept guessing the heat wave came early. Of course, she lives all the way down in Alabama and to my surprise, she's going also.

I was happy because I'd finally get to meet her in real life. We became really good friends over DeviantART and we communicate nearly every single day. My other best friends were off at college and I became quite lonely. I sighed to myself and answered the reply from Jess.

'So, have you heard of the Slenderman?' I questioned.

'Oh my god, yes! He is so creepy…yet awesome at the same time.' Jess had replied. 'I am pretty sure he exists.'

I grinned slightly to myself. 'I believe he's real. Of course, he started out as an Internet sensation, but who's to know if he's been around since the beginning of time?'

'Not sure. He kills adults'

Oh right, it was the summer of 2013. 'Then I'm doomed. My place is completely surrounded by woods.'

'Ah! Sucks to be you!'

'Hahahaha, that was so funny I forgot to laugh'.

I glanced at the time and groaned when I realized it was four in the morning. 'Ugh, I'm going to bed. My eyes are about to drop. Talk to ya tomorrow.'

'Later.'

I logged off DeviantART and turned off my computer and then went upstairs, yawning the entire way. I made sure all the lights were turned off and once in my room, I shut and locked my door- in case a pervert decides to break in and I would know- and then crawled into bed.

"Ugh….so sleepy…" I mumbled tiredly and snuggled deep into my covers after turning my night stand lamp off. Minutes rolled by and I was just about to fall asleep when I heard a rustle from the corner of my room, the corner that was in front of my bed.

I opened my eyes and looked at the space in front of my bed. I didn't see anything, so it must've been the house or sumthin'. I closed my eyes again and then heard the rustle a second time. My eyes opened again and I very slowly reached underneath my pillow and grabbed my smallest katana, which was basically a very long dagger.

My purple tank top was wrinkled from laying the way I had been laying and my long, dark brown hair was already spiking up from the overly soft pillows. There's something in my room and they're gonna get a rude awakening. I thought as my hazel eyes narrowed and grabbed the switch on my lamp.

I mentally counted to three in my head and with a swift move, turned my light on and prepared to attack whatever was bothering me. But when I realized what it was, my entire being froze.

The tall and slender body, the impossibly long limbs, the white and blank face and a black suit with a red tie and a white shirt…..

Oh fuck….it's HIM.

And then my stomach began to hurt.

That broke me out of my trance and the katana fell from my hands and fell to the carpet right next to my bed. I groaned quietly and put a hand to my stomach, realizing what it was. The Sickness.

An encounter with the Slenderman would cause coughing, aches and pains, nosebleeds and more. My breath hitched in my throat when the Slenderman placed a large hand on my mattress, then the other and swiftly climbed onto my bed. The bed groaned underneath his weight and I huddled against the wall right behind me.

The pain in my stomach didn't increase or decrease, it stayed the same as the creature, man, whatever the hell it was, got closer to me. No eyes, no mouth, but I could make out the slight definition of a nose at least. My eyes were wide with fear and a couple beads of sweat rolled down my face. I fought not to cry, since crying would be useless when you were going to die right then and there.

The Slenderman stopped, sitting on his knees. I was practically half his height and even sitting on his knees, he was still mighty taller than me. I whimpered brokenly as his left hand reached out, long fingertips barely brushing my cheek.

The terrifying being in front of me observed me for a few moments before- to my complete and utter shock and surprise- a very thin line appeared, right where his mouth would be and it expanded and stretched into a smile.

A smile that sent shivers down to my very core.

And what terrified me the most…was that he spoke, fucking SPOKE.

"Hello Shell."

The deep and masculine voice sent more shivers down my spine, even a shudder or two. The voice was deeper than any male voice I had ever heard and it was powerful and booming, like a God.

Shit….I thought, my eyes still wide as I stared up at the slender being. The long fingers that had been brushing my cheek were now touching my cheek and I found my voice. "D-don't touch me!" I shouted out.

The smile only widened and my fear grew when I saw the sharp, gleaming white teeth. The other hand reached out and if I didn't do something soon, I would be trapped between him and the wall. There has to be something I can do to harm him! I thought, gritting my teeth in fear and frustration.

Before he could trap me, I managed to slip out from underneath his arm and bolted for my door. I grabbed the doorknob and pulled, trying to open it, but it wouldn't. That's when I remembered it was locked. Of course! I thought and unlocked the door, quickly opening it.

But then something wrapped around my legs tightly and pulled me to the ground. "Fuck!" I swore and grabbed the edge of the wall, clinging to it tightly. The pain in my stomach was becoming worse now and to the point where I cried out and released the wall by mistake. Nononononononooo! I screamed mentally and tried to dig my nails into the floor, but it proved to be of no use.

Black tendrils wrapped around my body and lifted me up, much to my protesting and then slammed me against the wooden door, slamming it shut. I groaned out from the pain of being slammed and from my aching stomach. The tendrils suddenly released me and I was left standing, slumped against the door.

I held a hand to my stomach and groaned from pain again, looking up just in time to see Slenderman right in front of me. I screamed, but my scream was cut short when one large, pale hand wrapped around my mouth and the other held my shoulder in place, to make sure I wouldn't escape.

I glanced up with tears in my eyes and they widened when I saw the many black tendrils that had sprouted from his back. I whimpered underneath the hand as the tall being bent down to me, his smile the same as it had been before, but no teeth showed. "I can practically smell the fear that you are releasing child. Even someone as brave as you, are afraid of the unknown." He spoke in that dark, deep voice of his.

I looked away from the eyeless face and to the side, shrinking back against the wooden door- that surely had a few cracks in it- as tendrils came around his towering body and towards me. Oh god…he's gonna fucking disembowel me and then eat my heart! I started to struggle and the pain in my stomach increased immediately, causing a few tears to leak out of my eyes.

A single tendril brushed against my way, brushing the tears away. "No need to cry child." The Slenderman murmured, different from how he spoke before. The hand holding my shoulder in place left and it trailed down to my stomach, resting on it. I could feel insane heat radiating from the palm and from underneath my tank top. The heat spread over my belly area and the pain began to subside, which confused me. "Every human gets the Sickness, no matter if you are a Proxy or not."

I literally sighed when the pain finally subsided. Another tear slid down my cheek as my confusion only increased. Wasn't he going to kill me? Put me under his control? Make me suffer?

There was no smile anymore, but just a very thin line. His head tilted to the side, as if observing me. His nine to ten foot frame reached my ceiling and I had to crane my neck to look up. The hand around my mouth finally left and instead, both hands grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. My eyes widened as he leaned down, the line turned into a smile again, a wide smile and a black tongue came out.

I forced myself not to scream or open my mouth. The tongue brushed over my cheek and I shuddered. I heard a deep chuckle come from him and the tongue ventured back into the mouth. I finally looked at the being's face. "W-what do you want?" I asked with a shaky voice.

"Who ever said I wanted anything from you child?" the Slenderman replied. "Would you like for me to take something from you?"

"N-no! I…I…" I stammered and he put a long finger against my lips.

"Hush child. I will leave you for now….but remember one thing," he ventured to my ear and I felt insanely hot breath.

"You are mine."

My eyes widened to the size of saucers and I let out a small cough, my vision going black and I don't even know if I hit the ground when I blacked out. When I came to, there were no aches or pains, Slenderman was gone and I was on the floor, slumped against my door.

My breathing was now normal and it was still dark out. I rubbed my arms, which felt warm. Even my stomach felt warm.

The Slenderman's last words echoed through my mind and I wondered…

What the hell have I gotten myself into?