Slender is Real Prologue:9/23/11 1:30PM I coughed blood in the middle of my math class. "Tobi, I think it's best that you go home, I'll call your parents." As he called nothing came to mind that made this happen. As far as I knew nothing did happen.
My parents picked me up. As we went home I played my iPod, but there was something wrong with it. "Uh, mom, dad, did someone mess with my iPod?" I said.
"No, why?" My dad wondered.
"It ain't turning on." I said.
"You need rest, lay your head down and sleep." my mom said.
"Yes Ma'am..." I grunted.
I slept for the hour long trip to the pediatrician. I had a dream. I saw a faceless man wearing a suit like the uniform in MIB. He had tentacle like arms, no hands, and to top it all off, he had an impressive height. What was this? He came at my house as I peaked through the window. As he looked he turned straight at me. I gasped and crouched down in the corner. He went through the front yard windows. I prayed that he wouldn't go to the kitchen window from the back yard. He went into the back yard; tears of sweat dripped over my whole body, flooding my skin with salt water. I peaked through the window, he was gone. I exhaled in relief. I got some Cokacola out of the fridge, but when I grabbed the can, a tentacle broke a hole in the window and grabbed me. He ripped my flesh off and ate it like it was a dog's bone. What was this thing? Why did he exist?
"We're here." My mother said.
We got out of the car and sat down at the desk. "Dad can I have some paper to do my homework." He passed me a paper. I tried writing the equations for math, but for some reason all I wrote was a circle and a X passing through it. I kept on drawing this symbol. I stormed out of the office and ran home, but I couldn't remember the directions were to my home, I couldn't remember what it looked like, or even where I came from. My parents found me and drove me home. I went straight to the bathroom and diarrhead and vommited in the toilet. What was happening? I needed answers. Yesterday I was a healthy ninth grader, but now I'm scared. Maybe the coughing and vommiting were sickness, and the iPod was old, but the drawing and the nightmare were nothing but out of the ordinary.
9/23/11 2:30PM
My parents picked me up. As we went home I played my iPod, but there was something wrong with it. "Uh, mom, dad, did someone mess with my iPod?" I said.
"No, why?" My dad wondered.
"It ain't turning on." I said.
"You need rest, lay your head down and sleep." my mom said.
"Yes Ma'am..." I grunted.
I slept for the hour long trip to the pediatrician. I had a dream. I saw a faceless man wearing a suit like the uniform in MIB. He had tentacle like arms, no hands, and to top it all off, he had an impressive height. What was this? He came at my house as I peaked through the window. As he looked he turned straight at me. I gasped and crouched down in the corner. He went through the front yard windows. I prayed that he wouldn't go to the kitchen window from the back yard. He went into the back yard; tears of sweat dripped over my whole body, flooding my skin with salt water. I peaked through the window, he was gone. I exhaled in relief. I got some Cokacola out of the fridge, but when I grabbed the can, a tentacle broke a hole in the window and grabbed me. He ripped my flesh off and ate it like it was a dog's bone. What was this thing? Why did he exist?
"We're here." My mother said.
We got out of the car and sat down at the desk. "Dad can I have some paper to do my homework." He passed me a paper. I tried writing the equations for math, but for some reason all I wrote was a circle and a X passing through it. I kept on drawing this symbol. I stormed out of the office and ran home, but I couldn't remember the directions were to my home, I couldn't remember what it looked like, or even where I came from. My parents found me and drove me home. I went straight to the bathroom and diarrhead and vommited in the toilet. What was happening? I needed answers. Yesterday I was a healthy ninth grader, but now I'm scared. Maybe the coughing and vommiting were sickness, and the iPod was old, but the drawing and the nightmare were nothing but out of the ordinary.
9/23/11 2:30PM