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Warning: The following story contains some bloody stuff and nasty grammar later in the chapters that isn't appropiate for younger viewers. If any of these scary elements or inappropriate languages disturbs you, you may now look away.
Rain began to pour through the open dead branches, turning the once dry dirt into wet mud. Slowly it was sprinkling, but every second that went by was going faster and harder. It made her keep her knees crawl closer to her chest of where she laid in. Even though the log she found was a good place for shelter, there was the drops of cold flames ignite against her arm. It made her shiver, and let Sally unleash her own cloud of tears.
It was a dark day, or night. She lost count of the days she remained in this forest, deciding not to care if her birthday or a holiday went by already. It's not as if she could celebrate it anymore. It's been days, yet there hasn't been a trooper or missing sign that explains the absence of Sally Williams. With a loving family and friends back in her neighborhood, they should be setting up news reports or drive by. Could it be they don't love her anymore, because of what she tried telling her mother?
Did he… lied to them that she doesn't love them?
It didn't matter today, or any further days. It's been such a long time since she sat next to these woods when her uncle Johnny got upset about the game. How she isn't following the rules. There was no longer a hope in her heart that someone's going to find or help her. With these naked branches, who would ever want to come here?
It amazes her that she hasn't eaten in days, and yet still managed to walk through the dirt whenever she felt like it. Sally could walk home, but she doesn't know where home is anymore. Uncle Johnny took them to a very unusual place, a forest she's never seen before, so her sense of direction was puzzling at this point. This made her wish to be like those super heroes she sees on TV, and fly until she found her neighborhood.
Her head began to ache, pulling her arm to her bleeding forehead. "Ow.." she squeaks. "Why does this hurt so much? I just want to go home.." She began whimpering, and felt like crying again. Nothing but crying and screaming was all she's ever done now. Mr. D is already sleepy, according to her.
Sally didn't quite understand the meaning behind her physical headache. All she could remember was that uncle Johnny pulled over, snapped at her, grabbed her wrists, and undid his belt. That's when he proceeded the punishment of this game he loved so much. After that, he just threw her into the ditch, rolling her in the edge of the woods. That was it. Nothing else after that happened. Then the day she finally woke up, thanks to birds singing their songs of a sunny day, it was just as painful as the ache between her legs.
She hates that game so much.
The sound of rumble echoed through her ears, making little Sally's chest to stop breathing and only let out a gasp. It's odd to her though. She's never been so tensed about the thunder or lightening until she arrived here. Now she understood why some people really hide under the table. She pulled her bear towards her, and hugged him to her chest.
"Mr. D," She whimpers, shaking at how cold the weather was turning her body temperature. "I d-don't like it here. I don't know where we can g-go. Do you know the way home?" She looked at him, expecting him to reply to her.
Nothing.
She nodded at him. "You're r-right. We need to stay p-p-positive. I just…" her body began to become weak, feeling more heavy by the minute. It wasn't anything serious. She was just tired. Sally then laid down with mr. D next to her, and felt her eyelids began to shut. Then her last breath for the night was, "... I just want my mommy and daddy."
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If Sally had a school nearby, she would probably be the first to make it to her school, thanks to the light that shined in her face. Today, however, the sun didn't wake her. Nothing did. She was up on her own.
She began to rub her eyes, not sure how long she was asleep. Once she noticed that the sun hasn't even shimmer some orange in the sky, she realized that it wasn't too long. It was still night time. Sally tried to listen for anything that was entertaining, only to hear silence. Maybe when the rain stopped, then that's what woke her up.
Either way, she was up, a little warm, and still miserable. By now at home she would be getting ready for school, eat breakfast, or greet her mom and dad a good morning. Instead she's sitting here, with nothing. But that didn't mean she was going to go hungry. Throughout her time here in these woods, she's come across many bushes filled with berries. Sadly the tree had nothing to acquire since they're pretty much dead, and branches are not tasty.
She sighed, crawled out from the log, and began to stretch. "Mr. D," she called to her teddy bear. "I'm going to find a cherry bush. Do you want to share some with me?"
Nothing, as per usual.
But this time, Sally felt something was out of place.
Looking back at the log she rested in, she remembered having mr. D by her side when she was sleeping. He was close to the edge of the log to get a little wet, so she know where she placed him. But then that was the realization: he's not there.
"Mr. D?" She called to him. Nothing. Sally felt panicky, and bend to her knees to look inside the log to see if he hid under the leaves or dirt. She scooted over everything, but there was no mr. D. Now she was worried.
Where could her teddy bear be?
"Mr. D!" She began to call out louder, unaware how a toy could really hear her. "Mr. D! Please don't leave me too! Where are you?!" When nothing happened, she felt weak again. But this time, it wasn't her becoming tired again. "Please come back.."
She waited for a few minutes near the log, expecting her stuff toy to come running back with his arms flying in the ir, wanting a hug. Nothing came. It made her feel more lonely. Without mr. D, she was alone.
That bear had been a possession to her since the beginning of time. The day she was born, she held onto that toy as her best friend. Her parents couldn't even wash him without her permission. The only time Sally could never have him with her was school. Kids have tried stealing him, and the teacher says that toys were not allowed. She felt alone, but she knew where he was when she was outside.
Now she has no idea where he could be.
But then the idea of what her bear 'said' to her, didn't keep her down for long. If there was one thing he taught Sally, was to never give up. She stood up, had her fists clenched to her sides, and looked at the naked trees farther ahead of her. "Don't worry, mr. D," she says, mostly to herself. "I'll find you."
And so, her journey began.
It isn't easy as she thought it was though. She walked through the trees, looking at each one to see if any of them knew where he was. Luckily she knew trees didn't really talk, so there was no point in asking. However, it was a bit difficult to look through the darkness. Everything was pretty much black, and the sky's only lights were the stars. Already twice, Sally stepped on rocks and accidentally stumped her toe against something hard.
But she didn't give up.
Sally had no idea how long she was walking around. It kinda made her regret it a little. But if it's for mr. D, she'll do it for him. Though she was beginning to feel more tired again at this rate, and the night sky wasn't really helping. At that moment, she wanted to give up and eat something.
But then her eyes had caught something odd when she turned her head towards a tree.
Sticking to it was a piece of paper. At the distance she was at with it, she could barely tell what it says. Then her eyes widen. Could it be a missing person? Her? Without hesitation, she ran for the tree, excited of the idea that her face was somewhere, and her parents were really looking for her.
But then her hopes fell once she was a inch away from the tall trunk. It wasn't a missing person page. Instead, it was a bunch of sketches. Really bad sketches. It was a picture of a stick person, surrounded by trees that appeared to have covered branches. That was a little surprising to her. Who could have left this behind? Could it be her in the woods? Someone drawed it, and Sally doesn't have any paper or crayons with her to even color, so that means…
Someone knows she's here.
If someone is here, why haven't they confronted her? Why are they only drawing her? Are they bored, or something? Or…
… are they trying to lead her to them?
There was only one way to find out. Sally looked up at the top of all trees, and yelled, "Is someone out there?! I'm here! I'm lost, and I don't know how to go home!"
Silence. Well that was worth a shot.
She looked back at the picture in her hand, and smiled. "This guy is good at drawing. I bet if I find him, I can ask him to draw mr. D for me." As so, her journey continued to find two things: her bear, and her artist.
It didn't feel like hours this time, but Sally wasn't in complete distress. Someone knows she's here, and they probably want to find her. She only hoped to find that person, and they could take her home. Maybe she could invite them to tea when she returns to her mom and dad. Around this time, she was near some odd giant circle objects. They weren't trees, but they are bigger than her. It looked to be some kind of tank, or metal trailer homes. Either way, it was weird being here.
But through the rusty circle tank things, Sally spotted something against one of them. Running to it without losing the drawing, she realized it was another piece of paper. It was the same material as the one she held, but there wasn't a picture. Just words were scribbled on it.
"Help me?" she repeated the note.
Now that was strange. Not only is this person trying to lead her to them, but they also need help? Are they being attacked or kidnapped? This was now getting weird to her, imagining what is happening to this person. Still, there was no one there. Not even mr. D. So she kept walking.
Throughout this walk, she gave up shouting. There was no point if she's finding odd letters around the trees. At this moment, she just wanted to go back to her log with mr. D. While walking, she came across more letters. They were kinda disturbing to her. One said 'DON'T LOOK…. OR IT TAKES YOU', which makes her worried if there was any dangerous animals around. Another said, 'CAN'T RUN', creating more anxiety. There was one with a drawing of another stick figure, with a suit this time, and 'NO' was repeated over and over on the sides. The other two had writing, one had a stick person with 'FOLLOWS', and the other was written, 'LEAVE ME ALONE'.
These were weird notes to Sally. She's starting to get the idea that this person isn't looking for her. Looks like they're trying to avoid her instead. That was more upsetting. Not even a stranger wants to help. But then it makes her think that the stranger could need help. But the drawings. What could they mean? What purpose do they all hold? All seven of these pages were a mystery, and Sally felt she didn't want to know what's behind them.
She groaned, becoming more exhausted. "Mr. D, just come back." she muttered. "These pages aren't heavy, but there's so many. Where are yo-" She then gasped at the chill on her back. Once her body turned around to see what moved, there was nothing. A few leaves flew with the wind, making her realized it was only the wind.
Still, she felt she was being followed.
Her head turned around back to the path she was following, and then her eyes widen at the sudden appearance near the tree in front of her. Another note was there, this time with something hanging next to it. A figure, a stuffed object.
"Mr. D!" She exclaimed, and ran to it. Sally's hand pulled the bear away from the branch it hanged from, and gave him the strongest hug she's ever given. "I thought I lost you! Thank goodness I found you!" she told him.
After her little reunion, she looked back at the note remaining on the tree, pulled it off, and read what was on it. There was a head this time with X's for eyes. "Always watches. No eyes." she read aloud, and blinked at it. These notes. They're such strange things.
But then an idea hit her.
She pulled her bear to look at her, and smiled at him. "Mr. D, were you the one leaving these notes behind for me?" He didn't move, only watched with the one eye he had that never blinked. She giggled and began to turn around. "Oh, you're so sil-!"
A gasp was the last thing she said. Her bear was hugged tightly to her chest, along with crumbling the papers she's found in her hand. Not once did she take her eyes off the figure she faced. The person standing before her wore a suit, looked fancy and elegant. The figure standing above her only stared at her, expression was completely faceless. There were no eyes, mouth, or a nose. Not even ears. Behind him were tentacles crawling out, wiggled each second passing by.
He drew his face closer to her, almost to where he could touch her nose - if he had one. Then came first thing Sally did.
Screamed.
Never in her life did she screamed so loud. Even when her uncle harmed her, it wasn't as loud as this one. Sally ran towards the tree she found the note, dropping them, and ran around it. She hid behind it with mr. D pressed against her chest, inhaling very fast. "P-Please leave me alone!" She yelled, feeling tears beginning by how frightened she was. "I swear I-I was j-j-just walking around! I d-didn't do anything! Go away!"
She inhaled deeply to breath, afraid to peek at the faceless stranger on the other side. The stranger didn't say anything, which made Sally even more frightened. Suddenly, there was a rustle. Movement. But it wasn't anywhere near her. Curious, and begging for nothing to happen, she peeked her eyes.
Seeing him was still scary - never heard of a man with no face - but what he's doing was random. He was down on one knee, and was looking over the pages she dropped. Then he began to point at them, as if he was counting. Sally didn't say or do anything. Only watched in amazement.
He lifted his head to catch her eyes from the tree. Then a voice appeared. "Eight."
She blinked, surprise he can talk without needing a mouth. "Huh?"
"You found eight of my pages. You found them all." he spoke again.
Those were his pages? He was the one who drew them? He hanged those up and scribbled them? Sally was puzzled. Since he has no face, she's unable to tell if he was happy that she found them. Or the opposite..
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't know they were your's. I was… I…" She ran out of words. What can she say?
Instead, she watched him pick up each page. What a wonder they could possibly mean to him. Are they that precious? Sally stepped forward to have a better view, but pulled it back quickly when she noticed the man lifted up and was walking to her. She wanted to run away, but behind her look as if there was no escape. Looked as if there was no choice to escape.
As he stands next to the tree she hid behind, he stared at her. Not one movement was made between the two. She stared as well, but gripper her bear and the tree, praying this man won't hurt her. Is it even a man? It has the body of a man, but has no face. He also has tentacles under his suit that's sticking out.
She took a step back, but not once took her eyes off of him. She decided to try and speak to him. "A-Are you…. Are you mad?"
At first, nothing.
"Y-You're going to h-hurt me, aren't you?" she asked, feeling her arms shake.
Then he shook his head. "No. It seems you are already hurt enough."
Nothing came for her to speak. How does he know? Yes, her nightgown has some blood and dirt, but only when she was tripped in these woods. "W-What do you mean?" she asked.
He turned his head, gesturing as if he was confused. Then he lifted his hand, lightly pressed it against the top of her forehead - which scared her a little - then pulled it away. Sally only blinked at him, confused at what he meant. But then her eyes traveled to find the tips of his fingers covered in blood.
Her eyes widen, quickly placed her hand to her forehead, and pulled it away to see more in the palm of her hand. Blood? Blood on her forehead? Curious, both of her hands started to search around the front of her head, feeling more of the wet liquid. She pulled them out, and saw more blood. Her head was bleeding!
Another scream came from her. "What happened to me?!" she cried, finally releasing the tears she held back. She was having trouble breathing, and looked to turn a little purple.
Suddenly, a white hand touched her shoulder. Sally looked back at the man with worried eyes.
"It's alright. It's nothing too serious, young one." he tells her in a calm voice, which resulted her to controlling her breath. Once she was calmed, more relaxed, he asks, "What is your name?"
Her grip on her bear tighten, but not for him to notice it. He wanted to know her name. She only stared at him. 'Can he take me home?' she thought.
"U-Um…. I, uh…" she inhaled one last time. "My name is Sally. Sally Williams."
He nodded, then faced her again. "Please to meet you, Sally." Suddenly, he pressed a knee to the ground to face her at her level. Sally didn't move one bit. "I am Slenderman, and it seems you're lost. How did you come here?"
Finally feeling the courage to speak, she says, "I-I came here with my uncle, to go to the store. But…" She was silent for a moment, trying to prevent herself from crying so she could finish. ".. he got mad. I didn't play the game right…. So he punished me…" She sniffed.
"By leaving you behind?" he asked her.
She shook her head in disagreeing with him on that.
"What was the punishment?"
She said nothing else.
Memories were coming to her life before coming here. The smiles her parents shared was warming. But the smile from uncle Johnny made her feel cold. That bastard did more than leave her be in the forest.
"Sally?"
She jumped a little. "Oh. I'm sorry. W-What did you say?"
"I asked if that's your teddy bear."
She looked down at the bear she held. Sally lifted mr. D to her chest so Slenderman could have a better look of him. She gave a little smile. "Yes. His name is mr. D. He's my best friend in the whole world. He never leaves me."
It was so strange to Sally. How did she become so comfortable with such a strange creature? She was terrified when first seeing his faceless expression, but now finds it somewhat pleasing. He's very polite towards her, and weirdly admires the fact she found all his drawings.
He waved at the toy. "Nice to meet you, mr. D." He chuckled, which gave Sally the curiosity to watch his head move as he talked. Not even a mouth lining was made when he laughed. How unusual.
He looked back at her. "How long have you been out here, Sally?"
Her shoulders shrugged. "I'm not sure…. It's been a long time, and no one has come looking for me." The misery that her own parents haven't found her was breaking her spirit. Not one single person has bothered looking at this part of the world, and she's right there. Instead, she's been found by some faceless man name Slenderman.
He nods. "I see…" he trailed off for a moment, looking at his hands. Sally never once took her eyes off of him, curious of what will happen next.
Then the pages made her develop a question. "Are you lost too?" she asked.
Slenderman looked back at her, seeing whether she was serious or not, and then let his head hang down chuckling. "Oh no, child. I'm not lost."
Now she didn't understand. "B-But, your pages. They said-"
"Oh, those pages are for those who find them, and challenge to find all eight. Not many can get eight. So far, you've been the one to find them all. I'm very impress."
Challenge to find all eight? It made her wonder what prize he could give to his winners. But then her eyes felt the need to droop, and felt weak again. She rubbed her forehead, groaning and a little whining at how much it was affecting her.
Slenderman then asks, "Are you sleepy, Sally?"
She nods with one eye covered by one hand.
"Would you like to come to my home, and get a good rest?"
Without even thinking, she nod again.
Her vision and mind were becoming blank, but her body wasn't shut down just yet. While she was beginning to fall asleep again, she felt her body was being picked up by a pair of hands, and then arms. The cloth of a silk suit touched her fingers, and one arm was wrapped around the man's white neck. The cold feeling came around her arm as she held onto, and looked up at the faceless Slenderman who began to carry her. It wasn't too long until she finally shut down her brain, sleeping in heavenly peace.
TO BE CONTINUED...
