Dear Journal,

After about a century, I finally decided to visit him on a very special time of the year which was Hallow's Eve. I know his energy signature from any place, very distinctly powerful with an imposing presence. For those who are curious of an angel's tracking abilities…we are able to find our targets by a psychic energy signature which allows us to do our jobs efficiently. That and be able to tune into a person's true nature, thoughts, and feelings. You would be surprised of what dirty secrets the average mortal hides within their heads. Those experiences have left me to be on the cynical side of issues. But, enough about myself…I want to talk about my reunion with him.

He is known by names in so many cultures and struck terror and mayhem in each one. Call him Der Grossman, Bundle, Tall Man, Black Knight of the Woods, but his currently popular alias is Slender Man. My personal nickname for the creature is Mr. Faceless as his head held no distinct facial features as though it were nothing but a blank canvas. He could change his spindly height as he pleases with retractable black tentacles that emerge from his back according to his will and mood. I will never forget my first encounter with him and the dance we shared. Nor will I forget the reunion that took place either. You may ask why I do not have a legitimate relationship or a marriage between us. My answer would be that we are on two opposing teams and it is bond that would cause nothing but complications and heartbreak. Though, we still held respect for one another despite the circumstance.

After a long shift of grim reaping as per usual and witnessing a masquerade ball revival, I decided to visit him again. The couples waltzing together while wearing elaborate masks had incited those fond memories. I knew to find him in his residual pocket dimension by opening a portal with my scythe and stepping into a grassy scene. His mansion was a good distance away from my position, taking the time to admire the gothic beauty of the dwelling which towered before myself. It was a decent home that had been brick red with black trim, which featured a window seat and a veranda. To my surprise, I had witnessed young adults playing a raucous tackling game with each other. It was amusing to watch, until a diamond shaped brown ball came zooming to my head. I caught the ball one handed and examined it for a few moments to identify it as the American football.

"Hey, goth chick! Can we have the ball back?" a male's voice called out to my left. I looked to the source and found it to be a brown haired man with side burns wearing a mustard colored jacket, jeans, and a white mask which sported feminine features that rested on the back of his head. I looked into his blue eyes sharply and he stepped a few steps backward after seeing my face. "Whoa! You're cool lookin'! What are you?!" he exclaimed in astonishment. "Dame Saturday, and may ask your name?" I asked curtly. "Uh…Tim, but most call me Masky." he said, hesitantly and lifted his hands upward in a begging gesture. "Can I have my ball back, dame?" "Yes, since you asked nicely." I said and chuckled, tossing the ball to him. He caught the ball with both hands, smiled and nodded and uttered, "Thanks."

He paused for a moment to look to me curiously then asked, "How did you arrive here? Usually, Slendy only allows the VIPs in this place." I raised a brow and said, "Slendy? Is that what they call him nowadays? Well, to answer your question, Masky, I am an angel of death and my scythe allows me to travel to any dimension I wish. And as for my reason of being here, I only wish to visit and not harvest any soul here. None of you are assigned to me and are off-limits…for now." "A visit? Angel of death? This really gets interesting!" he said while rubbing his chin and leans closer to me in a scrutinizing manner and inquired shrewdly, "What kind of visit?" I leaned forward with a playful smile, "Visiting an old friend known as Slendy, we know each other quite well."

"Really now? Look lady, I don't know you and…to be honest you creep me out a little…but, you can not just go waltzing in here whenever the fuck you feel like it." he said firmly. "Oh, can't I now?" I challenged while leaning closer to his face at lightning speed. He looked into my eyes as he recoiled in fright while I decided to make my move which was to give him the touch of death and tapped his nose by a pointer finger. The touch of death is a label to describe this move as it involves temporarily paralyzing the victim. The victim's limbs and head lose control and they feel the sensation of a deep cold throughout their body, which leads to the body falling to the ground.

Masky had fallen to the grass in the manner of a floppy rag doll, widening his eyes in shock and attempting to speak but could not while paralyzed. His expression was both scared and angry in one setting. I stepped over him casually and said, "Do not test me, boy. And do not worry, your immobile state shall end in an hour. Enjoy your time outside." I walked towards the entrance and left him to utter muffled anger.

Before I could knock upon the door, it was swung open violently and revealed to be Mr. Faceless himself, dressed in a modern black business suit and red tie. A few of the young adults peered out at me from behind him From his great height he lowered his head to mine with our faces a foot apart from one another and heard his voice speak within my mind, "You have not changed at all, fraulein engel. Still full of impudence and brazenly forward. It has been far too long, please come inside." I chuckled as I nodded my head in respect saying in in return, "Danke, mein leiber freund." He stepped aside and shooed the people back to make an entry space for me with a great clawed hand. I accepted the invite by stepping inside.

"Who's the skull girl?" a girl with dark hair and wearing a black dress asked. "Y-y-eah, wh-who is she?" a boy with a mouth guard and yellow goggles asked. "Jane, Toby, this is Dame Saturday. We were allies in the great Zalgo War. And the reason she has a skull on her face is because she is a grim reaper, one of many." he explained. "Nice to meet you, Dame." Jane said with a grin. Toby nodded and said, "Cool." "Dame is but my title, you may call me Saturday or Sattie if it is easier for you. " I said while waving my hand, dismissing the formality. "Sattie sounds cute." Jane commented. "I-I-like Sattie b-b-better. Sorry about m-m-my s-s-stutter." Toby said, looking to the floor. "It's fine. If it makes you feel any better, I have a tendency to hiccup like a squeaky toy after laughing too hard." I said as a means to have him be confident towards me. Jane chuckled and said, "I'd like to hear that some time." "M-me too," he said and joined the mild laughter. "It is nice to see the three of you become good friends. Would you like to entertain us this Hallow's Eve with the tale of how we first met, fraulein engel?" Mr Faceless asked. "I would be delighted." I replied while being lead by him to the grand parlor where young adults and children where gathered about the television set while seated upon the floor and couch.

To my surprise, Jeffery Woods had been one of the residents who had carried the limp Masky into the room and settled him roughly upon the couch. He grinned to me in a cocky manner while sitting near myself as I stood in the center of the room. "Good Hallow's Eve to all of you. I am a grim reaper known as Dame Saturday with a historical tale to share. Please sit, have a snack, get comfortable as you hear how I had met your master and fatherly figure." I said with a smile. With that introduction, I began the tale…