Hey! Its me again, BadassCatNinjaXion, with another random story, and another random'er story to tell behind it! XD
This one's going to be a bit of a challenge to write, as it involves fear and terror and gore and disturbing content and I'm not so good at that. I was playing Slender and—yeah. Its one of thooose stories. Please, read and review, and don't hesitate to criticize. However, my Slenderman is not exactly the one you'd find all over the internet, so please, don't get mad if he/it isn't what you expect. (Silent? Boring!) aaanyway, I've gone way off topic so yeah, read and possibly enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: Possibly the most serious one yet, I don't own Slenderman, if I did, what would I do with him? Story contains disturbing content, blood, gore, swearing, fear, terror, sarcasm... And Slenderman eating people. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Run!
She ran, hopping over logs and ducking grasping branches, her heartbeat a drum in her ears. She could still see it... still smell the blood...
They're gone! They're gone and now there's nothing for you there, nothing but pain, so RUN!
She darted through a thicket like a deer, vaulted off a rock and over a stream, and kept going. Her lungs burned, but she wouldn't—couldn't stop; stopping meant death—
The ringing in her ears began again, stronger, and she abruptly switched directions, her breath huffing from her mouth. RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN...
It became her mantra, the sound of her feet hitting the ground, of her heart beating in her chest, as the ringing in her skull deafened everything else...
Flashback:
"There's no such thing as Slender Man! He's fake, a hoax, he was made up for a forum, you silly thing—"
"Then explain those pictures! The kids that went missing! The TALL UNIDENTIFIABLE MAN that always hung around?"
"I don't know, the police can't figure out half the cases they take on! Look–you're just scaring yourself for no reason!"
"I think therefore I am."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"If enough people believe in it it'll become."
"You think that because a bunch of idiots believe in something, it'll come true? Why don't I get a group of retarded hobos around and ask them to believe I won the lottery? Finish your breakfast, Allie, and go to school."
End Flashback
Thorns ripped into her hands, but she didn't stop. She lost a shoe in the rivermud, and a pebble lodged itself in her flesh so now she was limping, but she still didn't stop. She couldn't. Not after what she had seen. No.
The ringing came again, stronger, then faded, then increased. It was hunting her.
It had her trail. She needed to move, or else she'd end up like them.
RUN!