So... This is my forst published story and i hope people like it. This is probably going to be awfull but oh well... Um... Yeah... If you dont like blood and horror then you probably dont want to read this, rated T. Feedback is welcome. *puppy face*

Im blabbing... Story time!

Have you ever felt like your being watched? I have. All day everyday for a year.

It started when i was thirteen. I was home alone at about ten at night, reading creepypasta storys, when i heard static from outside. I looked out and saw a pair of glowing red eyes and a crimson hand print on the window.

'Slender and his proxies' i thought.

Normal people would probably run and hide. I wasn't normal then, And im not now...

I sprinted to the front door and threw it open, all but falling out of it and looked towards the window. There was no one there and there was no hand print in crimson blood on the window either. I would have thought i imagined it, however there was a small scrap of paper on the porch with three words written;

'We're watching you'

The slenderman sign was at the bottom along with more of the metalic crimson liquid smeard around the edges.

over the next couple of days i started to get a feeling that i was, in fact, being watched. However i ignored it l, thinking it was my imagination going wild again. That Is, untill i descoverd another note.

'I know your secret... '

The slender sign was there again but there was no blood this time. I took the note inside and put it in a box under my floor, where i hid the last one.

This went on for months. I constantly felt like i was being watched and the odd note would pop up seemingly out of nowhere. My parents soon noticnoticed my anxcious and skettish behaveour and decided to take me to a phycologist.

I told the phycologist about feeling like i was being watched, but left out the notes and slender because i knew they would call me insane. She diagnosed me with an angsiety disorder and put me on calming pills. Its worked for a while, but not for long...

The notes became more frequent, but not consistant. I never knew when they would show up. They even started showing up in front of my mum.

But what really sent me over the edge was the knife under my bed...

well... Like i said it is my first time publishing and i havent got a proof reader yet so feedback wpuld be apriciated, but dont be too mean. Yes it was an intentional cliff hanger, if you have any ideas feel free to let me know.

Im blabbing again...

Bye!