ATTENTION! I am the owner of this character and story. The story is based on a real dream. Some dreams might even give you nightmares. I am not responsible for your nightmares. Read at your own risk. Viewer discretion is advised.
Hello, friends. Aria, here. Let me tell you a scary story. I believe you all remember the game, SLENDER (if not, you're truly sheltered. Please go play it before you read on unless you know OF him but never played the game.), correct? Well, I will tell you about a time I encountered a Slenderman.
It's a dark, damp, Monday morning. The chirping of the crickets is ominous, and the frogs croak desperately. Everything is monotone (black and white) from the nearby street light, which makes the scene even more eerie. The grass is cool to the touch, and wet from the morning dew.
I awake early that morning and look over at my clock on the nearby nightstand. 3:00 a.m. it said with blood-red numbers. I stand and start getting dressed. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my bedroom door is wide open and that a dark figure is looming in the doorway. Glancing over at the... whatever it is, I notice he is watching me put my clothes on. I gasp, frozen in fear, not quite sure what to do. The figure is a tall man, about 6'7", his hair is a dirty-brick color, and is extremely curly. The clothes he wears, grey. Completely, grey. They looked twenty sizes to big for him. The man, now noticing that I am looking at him, also looks shocked. I suppose that he did not expect me to catch him in the act of spying. Without a word, he disappears out of sight. I shrug it off, thinking my mind is playing tricks on me. I look back over at the clock, but this time, there aren't any numbers on it. That's odd, I think to myself, wasn't the clock on a few minutes ago?
With a sigh, I finish clothing myself. (Sorry boys, no half-naked shots.) I stretch out all of my muscles and walk outside of the house. I put my shoes on and smell the sweet, comforting night. I look around, unable to shake the feeling of uneasiness. Turning around quickly, I notice the guy standing behind me. I scream and start running through the backyard in the opposite direction. I look over my shoulder to see if he is following me. But I cannot see anything but that face. It's like in a video game, when the enemy is in your sight, the camera zooms in on the face allowing you to know he's there. I return to facing forward and narrowly miss the tree. At the end of the yard, I stop, catching my breath. I look around and see that he had somehow managed to catch up. He slowly wraps his arms around me, grinning a grin that reveals razor-sharp blood-covered silver teeth. I scream loudly, even the Mushroom Kingdom could hear me. He looks around nervously and slinks into the shadows, never to be seen again.
Thank you for sharing that, Aria. That gave me the creeps. I do not own the Mushroom Kingdom. Please tell me if you want me to write more stories like this! I intend to, but there's no point if nobody wants to read it! Thanks for reading!