He's Coming
The Beginning of the Madness
I slammed the top of my laptop down and looked out the window in front of my desk; the hills rolled and the woods by my house looked different, almost disturbing and very unwelcoming. The moon's light loomed down, creating some of the most threatening shadows I have ever seen. That was enough scaring myself in the middle of the night. There was a slow, faint knock at the door, and I flew out of my seat. My heart was racing as I walked toward the door, my hand reaching out and grabbing the air. As I come closer, I took a deep breath and began telling myself everything was okay, that nothing was behind the door. I exhaled then sharply inhaled. My cold and clammy hand grabbed the doorknob and yanked it open... there was nothing but an ominous chilly breeze.
I quietly closed the door and ran to my bed, jumping into it like a child does. I sat there, with my knees pulled up to my chest. My eyes scanned the dark room, taking in every detail. Play Slender, my friend Rob said, it is the funnest game there is, he said. Ha, fun alright. I had never been this scared before in my life. I have always liked a good scare now and then. I loved horror movies and scary books, but nothing had scared me as much as this one game. I hated the fact that I was letting it get to me so much, but it all seemed so realistic, I couldn't stop myself.
My eyes quickly darted to my clock, it was already 2:14. I had to get some sleep sooner or later, but the paranoia wouldn't let me lay down, let alone close my eyes... I had to make sure everything was okay in the house first. I told myself that after I checked everything out I would be able to sleep again. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand next to me and opened up the flashlight app. I slowly stood up and made my way toward the door. With a deep breath I pulled the door open and looked into the hall. I could hear my father snoring down the hall. It was one of the most reassuring things I had heard in the past few hours.
I looked both ways and took a step out, then stopped. The grandfather clock's tick in the living room seemed louder, and the wind seemed to pick up. I began to creep into the living room. Right before I walked through the door way I remembered the huge bay window... the one the I adored when I was a child. The same one I used to sleep next to every Christmas while I waited for Santa. The same window my father used to read books next to me in the big armchair. Suddenly, I had no love for this window. It looked out to our forest, an area where the Slenderman could be hiding, waiting for me to come out.
My hands began to shake. I felt like I didn't remember how to walk... but I had to make sure everything was okay, and that no one was in danger, I had to reassure myself. I grabbed onto the door frame and began to pull myself into the room, my legs shaking with each step. I squeezed my eyes shut as I turned toward the window, and when I opened them my jaw dropped. On the window was a piece, and written on that was note in very bad, sketchy hand writing.
Welcome to the
Madness
I gasped and ran back into my room and flew into bed. Yanking the covers over my head, I began to cry softly. I was terrified... Tonight would be the first of many that I went without sleep.