Hello, this is Str- ah forget intros. Now, this will be my first Slender story. And, of course, I don't own Slenderman. But I wished for him for Christmas, so I'm expecting him at the end of the year.

Anyshoe, let's get to the point, because I know you just want to get to the story. I'm willing to bet a dollar that half of the readers skipped the author's notes completely.

Enjoy.

I always knew someone was there. Even if I was alone, I could feel something watching me. It bothered me more than I would like.

But I never saw anyone with me in those few moments of alone time. In fact, I never see anyone. I never have, and I never will. I wonder if the person watching me knows that I can never discover him using my eyes.

Silence is when I know that I am watched. Noise drives the feeling away, like holy artifacts driving away demons. That's why I always have noise around me. It keeps me sane, while silence breaks me down piece by piece. Noise helps me sleep at night, while silence is what keeps me staring at the ceiling, constantly shooting glances at the window and the door.

As for friends, they're a distraction to me. They keep me from focusing on my problems. They leave me not having to worry. I try my best to make friends, although it can be difficult in my current state. In high school, I am compared by other to a mere luggage they have to carry around. I hear the thing people say about me around school. They think that because of my incapability, I can't hear what they're saying from five feet away.

"Hey! Earth to Olivia! Are you even listening?"

Brianna's constant ranting and snapping in front of my face brought me back to my senses. I turned my head to the direction of her voice. "Sorry about that, what were you saying?" I asked, trying to forget about my recent drift off into space.

I heard Brianna sigh rather loudly, making me feel regret. Knowing my closest friend, she must have been ranting for at least thirty minutes about some guy she saw.

"You know, Olive, it's kinda hard to know if your friend is really paying attention or not if she's blind," she gritted through her teeth. "I'm sorry," I apologized. Another sigh. "It's fine, I guess. You don't really know the guy I was talking about."

"Older or younger?" I asked, giving my head a tilt for effect. I could tell she was giving the ceiling a dreamy smile. "Older. But not by much, I promise. He winked at me during class today." I gave a small chuckle.

Brianna fell in love too easily once again. This happened regularly, but even if she was able to score a guy, the relationship would end quickly. She never stayed with a man for more than a month.

Brianna was kind enough to give me a description of herself. She was pale at five foot four with blonde hair, green eyes, and a slender body. She also told me that she had large breasts and full lips, but that was more than I needed to know.

Brianna gave me my own description as well. I was four foot ten with long, shoulder length black hair. I bore light blue eyes that never moved and a skinny figure. Scars covered my body from all the times of continuously bumping into random objects, one of them being a knife. I was also pale and had a small size, making me seem like a child. In fact, my parents regularly treat me like I'm still thirteen. Speaking of parents….

"Brianna, what time is it?" I asked her. I could tell she had to look at her clock. "Almost seven," she answered. "My parents are going to have my head served on a silver platter for this!" I exclaimed.

"Well, you did stay later than usual," Briana said. She helped me down the stairs, past her mom and father, who were watching TV, and out the door. "You sure you don't want me to guild you to your house?" she offered. "No, I know the way," I declined. I left her porch, making my way into the woods.

I usually never go into the woods unless it's an emergency, but this was an emergency. The woods made a good shortcut to my neighborhood. My parents were probably the strictest people in the city. They would scold me for being late to dinner. No, completely skipping dinner altogether!

I rubbed my palms on the bark of the tree. I memorized the distance of the trees that led home, so I'm not extra late. It was a cold winter night, making me pull my warm jacket closer with every gust of wind.

But then I felt something. It was light, and touched my face before disappearing. I could feel the touch on my hands and on my face. It was cold and made me shiver. But then I realized what was going on: it was snowing.

I felt the snow come down on the trees I touched. Soon the snow blocked the sound of leaves and twigs under my feet. Crickets stopped chirping and all seemed still. And as I made my way through the forest, I realized that it was quiet.

It was snowing heavily, covering everything. There was no more sound but my light breathing. Everything was silent. And there was that feeling once again; I was being watched. I stumbled through the forest, eager to get home as soon as possible. I felt every tree and memorized each distance. I knew I was almost there.

My breathing grew heavy as I quickened my pace. But the feeling wouldn't stop. I had to get out of here! I nearly ran my way. I kept walking, but I couldn't shake the feeling. I was on the verge of having a panic attack.

I could feel eyes on me, watching my every move, ready to strike. I was nearly about to cry, when all the trees disappeared. I could feel no more trees, and the sound of cars zooming past brought noise back into the atmosphere. The feeling was now gone, giving me relief.

I already knew the distance to my house, so I steadily walked there. Of course, when I got home, my parent yelled at me for being late. They were just about ready to go to bed, too.

As a punishment, I was to finish all my homework that was due next week in one night. I complied. As soon as I heard my mom snoring, I went upstairs and to my room. Teachers never give people who can't see homework.

As I lay in bed, I tried to make a specific noise that would help me fall asleep. I tapped on the wooden post of my bed, making a loud noise that was what I needed. I tapped repeatedly, making me feel sleepy. I gave a yawn and was just about to give into blissful sleep.

I didn't realize what was happening until I nearly fell asleep. The tapping sound brought me back to my senses. I no longer had my hand tapping on wood, but the noise still continued. It was coming from the window. Someone was tapping on my window.

At first I thought it was some kid playing a prank on me, but then I remembered that my room is on the second floor. There was no pipe, ladder, or stool that could have reached my room.

I couldn't help but give a small whimper as the tapping continued. I wanted to scream at whoever was doing that to stop. I lay back in bed, telling myself it was just a small bird or pigeon that was making all the noise. I couldn't bring myself to believe that.

For the first time in my life, I couldn't sleep with all the noise.

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