Hey hey hey! It is good to finally be back writing again! Anyway, this is a story completely created by me. So is the character in this story. Well I hope you all enjoy the tale of my creation!
I was only ten years old when I heard of the creature known as Slenderman. But something was much worse than him. And it craved potato chips. My name is Walter Wattson, and this is my story.
Me and my friends were always a wild bunch. We always got in trouble, but we didn't care about that. We only tried to have fun. But one day, we got ourselves into something deep.
We went into the woods where this supposed Slenderman was. Everyone thought we were crazy to go look for something that didn't exist. But we knew he existed, we just knew. My friends names were Johnny and Bill, and we went into that forest.
We took our time going in, it was still pretty scary after dark. We just explored for a while until we got tired.
"Walter, can we go? I'm starting to doubt if he's real or not…." Bill Said as we took a break at the biggest tree in the area.
"If I do recall, it was your idea to come out here was it not?" I responded.
"Yeah, you're right….let's go…" Bill got up but looked on the ground. He kneeled over and picked something up. "A potato chip? What the heck is this doing out here?"
"HANDS OFF MY DEAR BOY!" a voice came from the bushes next to Bill. Bill was suddenly dragged into the bushes.
"LETS GET OUT OF HERE!" Johnny yelled and started to run. He heard a crunch under his feet. Johnny looked down to see a cracked potato chip.
"MY CHIP!" The voice yelled again. Johnny shot up into the air and into the trees. I was scared now. Who was this, was it Slenderman? I ran for what seemed like forever to the entrance of the woods. When I reached my destination I stopped to catch my breath.
I looked behind me to see the most terrifying thing imaginable. It was Slenderman, but he had a moustache. I backed up into a tree, though I should've ran. It walked up to me with a bag of potato chips in its hand.
"My name is Slen D. Erman. Would you like a potato chip?" He asked me. I fainted in fear.
When I woke up, I was in my room. With a bag of potato chips on my dresser.
Well there you have it. A parody of slendyman that I created. I hope you liked this awful story. And please review if you want! Criticism is needed!
