Disclaimer: I was not the one who thought of making a child-like teenaged boy play children's card games, invented a school to learn how to play card games, put the card games on motorcycles and then proceeded to place the card games in space. No, I do not own all that Yu-Gi-Oh nonsense.

Claimer: I do own the plot to this story along with Bri and Bea.

"Hmm…" I bit my tongue in concentration, "What do you think, Bea?"

I shoved the laptop in her face, just to make sure she saw it.

"Um," Bea pushed the laptop away and squinted at the screen, "What exactly is it? The picture is just black."

"That's 'cause the card is Darkness!" I giggled.

"Well that's nice." she replied, returning to her own computer.

"What 'cha making for your card?" I asked, glancing at her screen.

"Cardcaptor Sakura." she grinned pointing at the card on the screen, "Her special ability is stealing a card from the opponent's deck!"

"Well, the Darkness card smothers people to death…" I grumbled.

"Once again, that's nice, Bri." said Bea, keeping her eyes locked on the screen as she spoke.

I sighed dramatically and threw myself onto the bed. Bea held her Mac tightly until the shaking stopped, then started typing again. I scowled and tried again. Heaving another sigh, I tossed from side to side letting my arms flail around loosely.

"Would you mind doing that on the floor?" Bea asked irritably.

"Yes. I would mind. The floor isn't nearly as comfy as the bed." I crossed my arms and tried to make an intelligent looking face. It didn't work. Bea stared at me for a second, then burst into laughter.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?"

Bea nodded in between snickers.

"Ha!" I exclaimed.

"What?"

A grin overtook my face, "I just had the best idea for a card ever."

Bea gave me a incredulous look and opened her laptop, "I'll believe it when I see it."

And once again I lost my best friend to the internet, but this time, I didn't mind as much. I'd show her that I could make cool cards too. I retrieved my laptop and worked away.

"Night-night, Bea." I yawned, "See you on Monday!"

"See you!" Bea waved.

It was only after I had started walking that I realized how dark it was. If it weren't for the street lights, I wouldn't have been able to see my hand in front of my face. My second realization was that I was much to near the woods for my comfort. With thoughts of the dark and the woods, my mind reeled and suddenly I found myself imagining a tall, pale white, featureless, suit clad figure hiding between the trees.

Don't think about him. Don't think about him. Don't think about him. Wait; does thinking about not thinking about him count as thinking about him? Crap! I've been thinking about him the whole time! I'm going to be eaten by the Slenderman!

I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down. I'm being stupid, the Slenderman isn't real! Even though I thought that, I still couldn't quit thinking about the Slenderman.

I thought that if I distanced myself from the woods I'd calm down and start thinking straight. But soon I was nowhere near the woods and still felt anxious and uneasy. I kept glancing behind my shoulder and though I saw nothing, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was there, watching me, following me. I quickened my pace, hoping -whatever it was- couldn't smell fear. But the feeling only grew; now I could hear its footsteps only a little while back behind me.

Come on now, rationalize. Logic blah, blah, blah! Science blah, blah, blah! Blah, blah, blah, blah! You're imagining it all. I tried to think like Bea would in this type of situation.

Then it was right there, I could feel the heat radiating off its body, feel its breath on my neck and its arms around my torso.

"You looked like you needed a hug!" The voice was immediately recognizable as was the laughter that followed.

Before I could scream or even whimper, a cloth was violently shoved over my mouth and nose. Without thinking, I breathed in and I automatically knew that I shouldn't have. The world around me began to fade to black.

I was released from my captor embrace and fell to the ground. I managed to get one clear look before I fell unconscious. What I saw was all my worst nightmares come true. Crazed eyes, tan skin, wild blond hair and the laugh, everything was a perfect portrayal of Melvin.

And everything descended into dreams…