Slenderman fanfic

"You're so lame, why do I even listen to you?"

Susan turns her head away and concentrates on the teacher, who's talking about some stupid math problem.

I start scribbling again in my workbook and sigh. No one is ever interested in the Slenderman stories, but I love them. I love the mystery about that creature. I watched al marble hornet entries and I they kept me up at night, thinking.

I draw the Operator sign (the Slenderman sign) on every page of my school book, I'm intrigued by it.

I love drawing Slenderman as well; I'm getting better at it every time. But I wisely hide or erase my drawings when people become curious. So today, my classmate Susan asked me about the drawings. And now she thinks I'm a freak, like all the others did.

The bell rings and so another very tedious day comes to an end.

I grab all my stuff and prepare to leave when I notice a note sitting in my satchel; I immediately grab it and open it. My smile disappears when I see the drawing: it's me, sitting on Slenderman's lap. We're kissing and his tentacles are under my clothes. 'Forever alone' is written all over the drawing. I look up and see some classmates chuckle and then they quickly leave the classroom. Tears spring to my eyes and I quickly tear the drawing apart. I leave the scattered pieces of paper on the ground and then I quickly exit the classroom. I'm running and at the same time hiding my eyes with my hands, tears stream down my face.

X

I'm in my room, still sobbing. My parents aren't home; they're on a weekend to Canada. My room is packed with drawings of the Slenderman and the Operator signs. My Iphone is sitting on my bedside table, where I left it last night. I used it to watch some Slenderman videos and look up more information about him.

The funny thing was that everyone thought Slenderman was evil, but I didn't think so. I tried to prove the opposite, but there isn't that much to find. Now I think it's just me, trying to associate myself to him. Trying to convince myself he was as alone as I was. That he was just misunderstood. I was being ridiculous, he doesn't even exist!

I thought of giving my only best friend, Hanna, a call. But I didn't really feel like telling her what happened, she would probably notice there was something wrong. And then I would have to tell her, but I was too ashamed. She wasn't such a believer in Slenderman, but at least she didn't call me a freak. Still, I didn't want to talk to her right now.

I walked to the window to close it, when I saw something from the corners of my eye. I quickly turned around, but my room was empty. Suddenly it was getting very cold and I put my arms around me. When I turned back around, the window was covered in moisture. I touched it and it was cold as ice, I swept my hand across the glass so I could see through it and then I saw it. It was him, standing in the forest. He had no eyes, but I knew he was looking at me. I stumbled backwards into my room, I was breathing very quickly and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

I looked around me, there was no one there. I quickly ran back to the window then, I didn't know why but I just had to know if what I saw was real. I saw nothing; the forest was as empty as it always had been.

I rubbed my eyes, this couldn't have happened. I was probably just imagining things again; maybe I should go to a shrink.

I sighed and sat down on my bed, breathing normally again. Actually it was really time for me to do my homework, but I really couldn't concentrate on anything besides the Slenderman. Why did he come here? Why didn't he just kill me?

I decided I would tell Hanna about it tomorrow, but I knew that wouldn't make much of a difference. Even if she believed me, she wouldn't have an explanation either. That night I couldn't get myself to sleep. After what seemed like eternity, I finally fell asleep.

The alarm went and I quickly turned it off. Yet another beautiful day to attend to! I thought to myself sarcastically.

That day wasn't so different from the normal school days, tedious and stupid. At least no one made me cry today, that was positive.

I was just drawing the Operator sign when the teacher called my name, I almost jumped. "Jess, stop drawing and pay some attention!"

Half the class chuckled and then someone said very loud for everyone to hear. "She's probably just drawing that stupid sign again!"

And then she added to her friend. "Slenderman wouldn't even like her; she is an even bigger freak than he is!"

The teacher made them shut up, but it still hurt.

Just ignore them, it's the best way to make them stop, I told myself.

In the break, I stood alone on the playground. I couldn't find Hanna between all those kids and I didn't want to embarrass myself, checking every corner for her. So I just hid in the toilet till the break was over. I would see her this afternoon, I had texted her. So at least I wasn't alone in the cafeteria.

X

"You wouldn't believe what I saw yesterday!"

I was sitting across from Hanna in the small school cafeteria, she had just returned from getting some lunch. She raised her eyebrows.

"What happened?"

She asked at a very uninterested tone, she rather talked about herself.

"I saw him! He was right there, under my window!"

"Who? Romeo?"

She put some fries in her mouth and started chewing. She obviously wasn't taking me seriously. I knew she wouldn't but I had to tell someone.

"No! Him! Slender!"

I said to her, overexcited. The thrill of it almost made me scream. She stopped chewing for a second to look blankly at me; I almost thought she believed me. Then she chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

"I think your fantasies about this 'Slenderman' are getting a bit too awkward for your own good."

She quickly looks around her, like she's checking if anyone's listening. Then leans closer to me and whispers.

"Maybe you should go see a shrink."

That almost made me explode, I was sick of not being taken seriously. I got that she didn't believe me because it was hard to believe. I hardly believed it myself, but that didn't mean I was crazy.

I quickly jumped to my feet and turned my back at her, stamping away without saying anything. Half the cafeteria had seen what happened and some were whispering and pointing at me. I didn't care, I knew what I saw.

After school I didn't take my normal route with my bike, I didn't want to be alone again in my house. I wanted to find out more about the Slenderman, but I didn't know where to begin. I secretly hoped I would run in to him again, just to see what would happen. So I rode around in the woods without a clue and just when I was starting to think I was crazy, something appeared in the distance. I had never been to this area of the forest before and I was curious. There was no one, here in the middle of nowhere. My stomach ached, but I ignored it. I liked the thrill of it.

So I bit my lip and approached the little light in the distance. From up close it was a house, an old house.

The plants had climbed up the walls, making the house blend in perfectly with the surrounding forest. I dared myself to walk inside, I already had an adrenaline rush just thinking about it. I was just about to turn the doorknob when a voice made me jump.

"What the hell are you doing here? This is private territory!"

I turned. It was an old man, leaning on his walking stick. He didn't look very friendly and I didn't want this to end badly. So I apologized and quickly made my way back home. I would go down there again, when no one was around. That old man must have been the forester; no one could live in such a decayed house. But why was the light on then? Who lived there?

After I did my homework, I looked up some more about the Slenderman. Now I specifically searched for Slenderman appearances in close areas. I found nothing and I was a bit disappointed. This meant the chance that I really did see him here, was slinking.

That evening, I was lying in my bed. Thinking again…if it really were the Slenderman out there, then why didn't he kill me or at least kidnap me. I shivered at the thought. I had closed all windows and doors and had double-checked everything; though I knew from the stories Slenderman could easily teleport into a house. He couldn't be stopped by a closed door or a couple of curtains.

I jumped when my iPhone vibrated against my arm. The screen lit up and it lights my room very faintly, making it look very unsafe. I checked all the corners of my room, before I dared to look at my phone's screen. It was a message from Hanna, of course. I sigh and open it up.

I'm so srry about this afternoon. And I'm sorry I didn't believe you tell me what happened.

I didn't really feel like texting her back, but it would be embarrassing to her if I wouldn't. So I let out another sigh and texted back.

Don't worry about it, I'll tell you tomorrow.

I was about to hit 'send' when my screen suddenly begins acting funny. And then suddenly the temperature drops so much that my breath is making little clouds in the air and my hands start to freeze around my phone. The screen is getting fuzzy and it doesn't respond to anything anymore. That really freaks me out, I tap the home button multiple times to try and get it to stop but it only gets worse. Grey stripes begin to appear and they move left and right across the screen, until I can't see anything but the stripes anymore. I throw my phone away into the darkness, it falls to the floor, screen up. I hide under my blanket, covering everything but my eyes. I scan the room quickly, my heart pounding into my throat. I'm so cold and so scared. The shadows in my room look awfully much like the Slenderman. I try to calm myself: it's just your imagination, don't freak out. There's no one here. I try thinking happy thoughts and try not to stare at anything in particular. I shut my eyes, so they wouldn't play tricks on me. But then I heard it, it was in my head but it weren't my thoughts. It was not a voice, but I could hear it. "You're not alone, I'm here with you." I freaked and my eyes flew right open. There he was. His face was only inches away and completely blank. There were no eyes, no mouth, no nothing. My eyes rolled backwards and my heart skipped a few beats before I finally lost my consciousness.

X

I woke up feeling numb, my body was lying in a cramped up angle, my arms around my legs. It took me some time just to relax enough to sit up. And then everything came back to me, my eyes widen in terror. It was just a dream, I told myself. Just another fantasy of yours, he doesn't exist and you know it! Then my eyes lock on something that's lying on the floor, it's my iPhone. The screen is black, but I couldn't get myself to pick it up, afraid of what might happen.

I try to compose myself. Okay, today it's Saturday. Mom and dad aren't back till Monday, you can't stay here tonight.

I would go to Hanna than, at least I wouldn't be alone during the night. I didn't want to know what would happen if I stayed here.

So I picked up the house phone and called her up.

Bieb bieb

"Hello, Hanna Stuves speaking."

"Hey Hanna, it's me Jess. I was wondering if I could stay with you tonight, have a sleepover or something."

"Yeah, that would be nice. But Jess, listen I'm very sorry about everything. I didn't mean to .."

"Don't worry about it," I cut in, "we'll talk."

"Okay," she hesitated, "just please be careful, don't do anything stupid."

Why would I? "Alright, I will see you tonight at 8?"

"Okay, see you then."

She hung up. I thought about what she said. Why would I do anything stupid?

I was about to make myself some breakfast when I first saw it. All the windows and doors stood right open; the wind flew right in my face.

I quickly closed the front door and the back door, and then I went to close all the windows. This was weird, I would never leave those open. I closed every single one of them before I went to bed yesterday.

I checked every room. If the doors were open all night, anyone could have entered the house, while I was sleeping.

But that also meant that someone could be in here with me. I shivered. It was time for me to leave, I was thinking too much.

I carefully locked the house and then took my bike to go see my grandma; she would be cooking dinner whilst my parents were on vacation. She was very happy to see me and immediately began making me some dinner and I calmed down quite a bit.

When I returned home later, I almost fell from my bike. The front door stood open; I could see the staircase from the street.

I tried to swallow, because it felt like something was stuck in my throat. It didn't work and I decided just to walk inside, because after all this was my house and no one should be in there. I slowly walked inside and what I saw there creeped me out even more.

All the walls were painted, there where letters and symbols on them. I recognized the Operator sign; it was scrabbled on every inch of the wall. Even the stairs were painted on. I could read it all.

'He's always there.'

'Always watching, no eyes.'

'You can't run.'

I knew those sentences all too well; I knew them by heart because I myself had scribbled them on every page of my schoolbook.

Then I heard something, the sound came from the kitchen. I forced myself to concentrate and picked up the bat that stood behind the door. It's a thief, just scare him off. Tell him that he has to leave.

I let out my breath and then I quickly stepped around the corner. There was someone sitting on the floor, he or she had a sweater with a hood so I couldn't see his head. He didn't hear me come in and he was just drawing a huge Operator sign on the floor tiles.

"You .. You have to leave," I said trying to sound brave. But actually I was trembling with fear.

I held my breath when he turned around, it was a boy but you could tell he was a bit crazy. His hands trembled and he let go of the pen, which fell to the floor. I held the bat in front of me, ready to punch him if he did something out of the ordinary.

He stood up, holding his hands up as if he surrendered.

"Please don't do this; I'm only trying to help you."

His eyes looked crazy and his hands were black from the ink.

"I don't need your help, just leave and we'll put this behind us," I hesitated, "you didn't take anything did you?"

"No I didn't but, but… you need help! Let me help you."

He stepped forward and I jumped back, almost falling over some junk that was spread out on the floor.

I swayed the bat in front of me, trying to protect myself.

"NO, YOU need help! Leave this house immediately or I swear I will…"

He wasn't paying me any attention; he was looking right past me over my shoulders. His eyes wide with disbelief. Little clouds came from his nose and mouth, his chest heaving. What he saw clearly upset him and I was too afraid to turn around. Because I knew deep down, who was standing behind me. I could feel his presence; the air around me was cold as ice. Yet I couldn't help myself, I had to turn around.

And there he was, standing above me. He had to fold double so he could fit into the kitchen; yet his head almost touched the ceiling. I could easily touch him, just by stretching my arm. But I didn't, cause I was frozen in place by fear. His head hung a couple of inches above me and I looked at his eyes, or where they would have been. He wasn't looking at me; he was looking at the crazy person who was still standing in front of me. I turned to face him, he hadn't moved an inch. His hands were trembling and his chest was still heaving heavily.

Then he spook to me again in my head, with that strange voice of his. The sound of it made me cringe.

"Don't move". He didn't have to tell me, I wasn't moving. And then I saw it from the corner of my eyes, his arms were extending.

Left and right of me, they passed, reaching. But not for me. More arms came; all targeted on the crazy boy in front of me.

When they reached the trembling boy, his eyes rolled upwards and he collapsed: falling into his arms like a puppet.

I stood between the Slenderman and his prey and there was nothing I could do to save him. He had already lost his conscious and I knew this wouldn't end well. But yet I tried, trying to stop him with my thoughts. "Slender?" I tried to get his attention by saying his name.

His head turned and he looked at me, like he heard me. He spoke again and I shivered. "I know what you people call me," he looked away, "I don't like it." Just then, he contracted his tentacle that was wrapped around the boy's neck. With a horrible sound, I could see his neck break. My stomach turned and I fell down, the last thing I saw was the body being released. It fell to the ground, his head lying in an unnatural angle. Then everything went black.