The night was dark.
I stepped out into it alone, the snow crunching softly beneath my snow boots. The bitter, harsh Michigan wind blew into my face, causing the muscles in it to ache and freeze. I took another step, heading for the street. The walk from my driveway to the street was only a few feet, but it seemed to take hours to get there. The street lights were on, but the lights were dimmed due to the thick snow falling from the dark sky above.
I pulled a video camera out of my backpack, and fumbled to turn it on with my gloved fingers. I heard it beep, and saw a faint green light radiating from the front. I knew that it was on, and ready to record anything I might see.
But that was the question: What was I going to see?
The night before, my younger sister came home in tears. She had claimed to see a man standing in the street, under the lights. She said he didn't do anything, but he was "scary" nonetheless. She claimed that she had seen the man before, and that he was "mean". My parents decided she was just recalling a nightmare she had had, and ignored it. But I couldn't.
Because I had seen this man before.
He always seemed to be around. If we went to the park, I could see him in the distance. If we went camping, I always had the feeling that he was there, watching from the trees. Even when I was a little boy, I used to think I would see a tall, black figure watching me while I built my tree house. I had always ignored the strange sights, thinking that my imagination was getting out of control. It wasn't until my little sister said something that I knew this was no figment of my imagination.
This was real.
I finally reached the street, and looked right and left, scanning the area for the man. I sighed in relief as I confirmed no one was on the streets. It was hard to see through the thick snow, but I had this feeling inside...the feeling that I was safe, and that the man wasn't there.
That's when I heard it.
I froze, afraid to turn to my right side, where the sound had come from. My breathing rapidly increased, and my hands started to tremble. After a few seconds, I remembered to turn on my video camera. The soft "beep" it gave off when I clicked the button confirmed that it was recording. I slowly turned to meet my stalker face to face. Once I was looking straight at him, I realized...he didn't have a face.
Before me was a tall man, dressed in formal wear. He appeared to be bald, and had no distinct eyes or nose. Only a mouth. At that moment, I had no fear. I knew that this was it. I wasn't going to see my family ever again...but I had my video camera, and they would know what happened to me. The slim, tall figure took a few steps toward me, whispering.
"Come to me...you have no choice...come to me, child..."
The man reached his arms out for me, not moving his body. Longer and longer his arms grew, until they were wrapped tightly around my neck, his hands around my throat. I yelped as he squeezed tightly, still whispering the same words.
"Come to me...you have no choice...come to me, child..."
His hands tightened around my neck, and my vision started to blur. I tried to keep the camera held up, so that it would record his blank face for a few more seconds, but my hands unwillingly dropped to my sides. The winter night was fading away. I gave in to the whispering, letting go of my consciousness, my life. I looked one last time into the place where my killer's eyes should have been, and saw...
...Slender Man.