This is my very first story EVER, or at least that I decided to upload anyway.

Slender Man (c) himself, for I do believe in him, so many people report seeing him, how can he be fake?

ENJOY! :D

I was sitting in an interrogation room, at least that's what I called it, THEY called it a Professional Examination Room. Heh. Very funny. I was in my normal street clothes, ya know, Goku shirt and jeans, and handcuffed to the damned chair. They thought I was so crazy I would jump and attack anyone who gets near me. Even if I could, I probably wouldn't do a whole lot.

The girl opposite me by this 5 by 5 table looked like an older version of Hermione Granger from Harry Potter in my nerdy mind. But recently I discovered the best view of the room so far; the table. With my head face first on the table, I was about ready to scream in frustration. She was one of those people who had that mind-set where if she didn't see, hear, or even feel it, it doesn't exist. I was completely crazy to her.

Uh, crazy-ER.

"You say you saw this...thing?"

"Yup," I said, way beyond trying to hide frustration from her.

Some of the fear I felt was replaced by annoyance 'cause NO ONE here listened to me.

"You started seeing this...thing...and at the same time people disappeared or even died. How do I know you aren't somehow linked to it?"

I sighed.

Every .

Freakin'.

TIME.

I'm still scared shitless of the thing following me, but her stupidity made me wanna rip her head off.

I sighed again. I couldn't believe this.

"Quit sighing."

"Yes, Hermione."

"Do you have an answer, HARRY?"

"OH, I'm wearin' glasses, nice come back." If she heard sarcasm, she didn't reveal it.

"We're both girls here, you can tell me if anyone has recently done anything to you." I lifted my head to look at her in an angry and confused look. "Say WHAT? Where the hell did you get THAT idea?"

"It happens more often then you would like to know. People making up stories to feel safer if they're being stalked."

"That's ass backwards, and it wasn't a someONE, it was a someTHING."

"Right."

"Known as Slender Man." Now it was her turn to sigh.

"He doesn't exist. Your stalker drugged you."

"And I sit here drug free. IT doesn't need drugs, IT does just fine all by itself." She smacked her head in frustration.

"It's a hallucination."

"And I'm scared for no reason."

"It was your dad picking on you."

"And he stands at 15 foot tall, I swear." I gave a smart ass smile.

"It was a tree."

"Trees walk now? When did that happen?"

"It's your imagination."

"I'm not 3 anymore, thank you very much." She held her head in the I'm-too-old-for-this look and I kept talking.

"I did have an imagination, but I knew what was real and what wasn't."

"Could you just be quiet?"

"Did I win?" I felt happier then I should've been.

"I just feel nauseous." She held her head in the feeling-like-I-gotta-barf look this time.

"Me too, but I got used to it."

"Used to...HOLY SHIT!" Shes stood up and drew her gun with a shocked look on her face. The last thing I heard her say was "HE'S REAL!" before my head hit the table and my mind went blank.

I couldn't stop thinking about what happened in the past month.