Real Creepypastas
He's tall and slender. He waits for you to arrive so he can kill you. He loves seeing children scream. Slenderman, a demon from hell. Always watches, No eyes.
My name is alex. I've never exactly been the scared type. In fact, I loved creepypasta. I almost believed it was real. I was down at the skate park. The skies were gray and no one was there. I sat on a bench at the edge of the woods and thought. It seemed like I did that a lot lately.
As I gazed across the park, it began to rain, hard. I stood and ran in the woods for cover. Maybe the trees would stop the rain. It didn't help in the edge of the woods, so I ran farther. But the farther I went, the darker it became. Eventually I had lost my way like an idiot. I had my phone but that was all. I stood against a tree and waited for daylight.
At 5:30 a.m. I heard footsteps. I look around startled. "H-hello?" I call out. "Well aren't you a cute one." Someone says in the darkness. I squeeze my sweatshirt. I look around; light is beginning to come in the sky. I turn around and start running. No matter how fast I run, I still hear footsteps. I begin to wonder if I was heading straight towards the person. As I think, I am interrupted by me falling to the ground.
My body aches and the footsteps grow louder. I close my eyes and wait, they stop. I open my eyes and to my surprise, see a slender man with no face and a crooked smile wearing a black suit standing in front of me. Black tentacles extend from his back. They wrap around me and lift me in the air. I softly yelp. My body hurt so badly from scratches and bruises. I squeeze my eyes shut from the pain. I had scratches all over the place; on my arms, on my stomach, and on my neck.
To my surprise the slenderman pulls me closer to his face. "P-please don't eat me!" I plead. Tears rush down my face. He stops, then carries on. He pulls me close enough to him until he is a foot away from my body. Instead of going for my face, he turns and heads for my neck. I small but deep cut lies on my neck. He begins to lick it. My body tenses up. At first I thought it was gross, he was licking me, but then it felt great. It was a sensation like no other. I close my eyes and hang my head back. I wished it would last forever but he stops and the cut is clean.
His face is pale and well, he has no face, just a mouth. I stare at him. "What do you want with me?" I ask. "He smiles but doesn't answer. He pulls my body to his and cradles me. I begin to feel tired. He starts walking. My eye lids start feeling heavy. I felt safe in his arms and I drift off to sleep.