Darkness.
Many people fear it. As children people were afraid of the monsters under their beds at night. You cannot see in the dark. It is a never ending void of blackness. They fear what they cannot see, that is why darkness scares so many.
But for some it is what they thrive on.
The creature watched as some humans stumbled across the rundown pathway. They were laughing to themselves and seemed to be in a rather high-spirited mood, oblivious to their surroundings. He could smell the alcohol on their breath. Humans were idiotic creatures most of the time and these foolish humans were no different. He watched them as they continued down the path, stumbling along as they went. These humans had no idea what was about to happen to them. This would be too easy.
He stepped out from behind the tree he had been behind, preparing to make himself known to them. It had been a while since he had some victims dare to enter his forest, and he felt the thrill of being able to be on the hunt again.
He teleported in front of them, his tentacles appeared from his back swaying back and forth in a wild manner. The two drunken teenagers at first thought they were seeing things, due to their drunken state of mind. But after a few seconds, they thought otherwise. They began to hear static noises in their ears and their vision became blurry. In a state of panic, the two boys fumbled around aimlessly trying to run away. But Slenderman wasn't going to let his prey get away. He grabbed one of them with his tentacles, placing them on either side of the boy before pulling, ripping him apart slowly and very painfully. The teen screamed at the top of his lungs as everything faded to black, his friend watching in horror. But Slenderman was not done yet. The last remaining teen stumbled to get back onto his feet as the creature approached him. He ran as fast as he could through the accursed forest. The trees seemingly swallowing up his screams as he ran, making sure no one would come to his rescue. He wanted to escape, he needed to, but his fate was already sealed.
The deed was done, but he wasn't satisfied. There was not a lot of satisfaction in victims that were too drunk even to be able to correctly run from him. He needed someone smarter...someone to actually make his time worth while. That was when he sensed someone in his forest. Another human is seemed. Perhaps this one would be more of a challenge.
Slender-walking over to that side of the forest, Slender saw his new victim. A girl with dark blue eyes and long light brown hair was walking down the run-down stone pathway. She seemed to be upset about something if the look of annoyance on her face said anything. She seemed to sense someone watching her after a while and had began to walk faster through the forest toward were the building was. She had already collected one note and was soon to collect another. This was going to be fun. She entered the building as he appeared by the trees by one of the many openings, waiting for her return. When she came out he was expecting her to run, but she did not for a while. Perhaps because she was paralyzed in fear? He watched as her eyes became wide and she trembled where she stood. He loved it when his victims were afraid of him- which to say the least, all of them were.
Finally after a few seconds, the girl seemed to come to her senses and began to run. Finally, it was now time to corner his prey.
She slipped and fell only after a minute or so. Clumsy human, this would be the end for her. He approached her small body as she sat on the ground looking downwards her head bowed. She wouldn't look up at him. This angered him because he wanted to see the fear in her eyes. She started to fall, but his tentacles slid around her torso pulling her back upright. He was about to finish her...but wait. Why end it now? The fun was just beginning. Why not let her go and continue the game so he could see as her life slowly fell apart while she went insane? This seemed like a much better idea than just killing her now. It would be a lot more satisfactory in the end. After all that was one of the many things Slenderman was good at-torturing his victims just by being there.
This was exactly what he would do.
He reached one of his hands up to her face and with one sharp finger scratched a line down her cheek. She would now remember him. She wouldn't believe that he was just her imagination, for now she had something to remember him by. He then let go of her now unconscious body and let her fall back to the ground.
"Until we meet again human." And with that...
He was gone.
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It was so peaceful here. In this dark world of unconsciousness. She wanted to stay there forever. Not having to worry about anything, and forgetting the horror she had just been through. But her mind would not allow her to as she started to wake up. She could hear birds chirping and a cool wind blowing, creating a whistling sound as it blew past her. Wait birds chirping? Her eyes fluttered open. Panic ran through her. What was she doing here? She sat up slowly, biting her lip in the process. She had a massive headache and her head was pounding. Her memory was foggy. What had caused her to wake up in the forest like this? She could remember going to a party with some friends, but everything after that was a blur.
Then she suddenly remembered, her parents told her to be home before was midnight and it was obviously not that time now.
She was in so much trouble.
She jumped to her feet, she had to get home and now. She scanned the area looking for her black purse. She knew she had it earlier, but where was it now?
She could see a building behind some old oil tanks. Perhaps she should go check there? As she walked between the oil tanks to the building, she remembered something from last night. She had been running past these tanks to get away from something, but what was it? She couldn't remember. She entered the building, a uneasy feeling was in her stomach as she walked through the long halls. Something didn't feel right here. After many twists and turns, she found her purse at the end of one of the halls. She picked it up, checking to make sure all of her belongings were still there. Luckily they were all accounted for.
She walked out of the building, heading down the old path, passing a dead tree on her way. She had a feeling she had come by this way last night, but she wasn't quite sure. Perhaps if she continued down the path she would find the right way home. As she walked, she looked at her surroundings. These trees seemed so lifeless. All the leaves on the trees (except the pine trees) had almost already fallen off and it was only the beginning of autumn. It was also dead quiet here, except for her shoes crunching some dead leaves on the path. She found this very strange and somewhat creepy. She wouldn't mind getting out of this place and now.
Luckily after a few minutes of walking through the "dead" part of the forest, the trees began to have their normal autumn colored leaves again, and the things seemed to be normal again. This made her relieved, but also made her wonder. Why was only part of the forest this way and the other part so grim? She forgot about the thought as she finally found the path she normally took to get home. Hopefully her parents were not awake yet. It seemed to still be early in the morning since the sun was still rising in the distance. Most likely they had not waited up for her to come home last night either since they had work the next day, but if they did, then even of she got home before they awoke, she would be in so much trouble.
The trees started to clear, revealing a sidewalk around 20 feet away. She was at the outskirts of her neighborhood now, only a few more minutes then she would be home. She started to run as she was just a few houses down from where her house was. Her neighbors: the Johnsons were an old married couple who were always watching out of their windows making sure nothing strange was going on. They were like the watch dogs of the neighborhood. If they saw someone doing something they didn't like, they would tell them immediately. Many of the other neighbors found them to be quiet annoying. No one could do anything without the Johnsons finding out about it, so getting home as fast as she could would be best if she didn't want to hear the Johnsons complaining that she was out and about early in the morning and they didn't think it was safe.
She got to the front door of her house, quickly scanning around in her purse trying to find her key. She pulled it out and unlocked the door. She stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind her as quietly as she could. She walked into the kitchen and went strait for the fridge. She grabbed a piece of cheesecake and walked over to the dining room, grabbing a fork as she went. She sat down at the table and started to chomp down her food. She was famished. When was the last time she had eaten? She couldn't remember.
The lights suddenly turned on. Her mom was standing in the doorway behind her. She was still in her nightgown and her blonde hair was all messy. She looked tired, perhaps she had not gotten enough sleep last light?
"Rosalyn, what are you doing up this early in the morning?" Her mother's voice sounded very tired as she spoke.
Roslyn stopped eating. "Nothing mom, I was just hungry. I didn't eat much last night, and I was too sleepy to change my clothes and eat something when I came back." She said still looking down at her now half eaten cheesecake.
Her mother didn't seem very convinced. She walked over to the table and took a seat across from her teenage daughter. Rosalyn looked up from her plate as her mom sat down, having a feeling that she was about to say something else. As she looked up her mother saw the dried blood on the front of her head. Her mother's eyes widened.
"Rosalyn! What happened to you!" Her mother shrieked as she jumped out of her seat and rushed to her daughter's side. She placed her hand on the front of Rosalyn's head trying to get some of the blood off. Rosalyn flinched as she did so. "You're all bloody! How did this happen?"
Rosalyn stared at her mom, her face showing how confused she was at this statement. She reached a hand up to her head, stiffening in pain as she touched the cut. Sure enough there was dried blood there.
"I-I don't know. I can't remember how it happened."
"Does your head hurt? Oh honey this is really bad. What happened last night? Were you drunk?" Her mom asked quickly, a worried look on her face as she talked to Rosalyn.
"It does hurt somewhat and I feel a little dizzy. But I wasn't drunk last night." Rosalyn said a little bit irritated. Just because she was hurt did not mean she had been drinking.
"I'm calling the doctor. You might have a concussion." Her mom walked back into the kitchen looking for the phone.
Rosalyn just sat there as her mom dialed the number on the phone. Her mom spoke with a irritated voice as she talked to the receptionist about making an appointment with the doctor . She hung her head looking down at her lap. She felt somewhat tired now and she felt a little nauseous. Her head was still throbbing a little. She brought her hands up to her head and rubbed her temples trying to ease the pain.
Her mother came back into the room. "I set up an appointment with the doctor. We'll be going there at noon," She walked towards her daughter and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Nothing might be wrong, but we still need to make sure. I also phoned my boss and told him I would be late because of a family emergency. You should probably go upstairs to get cleaned up and go rest until it's time."
Rosalyn nodded her head slowly and walked upstairs. She walked past her parent's room relieved to find her father still asleep. At least she would not have to worry about his fatherly over-protectiveness right now if he saw the blood on her. She entered the bathroom, making her way to the sink. She turned the handle for warm water, watching as it started to flow out of the faucet. She reached for a cloth laying on the side of the sink. She dipped the cloth in the water and began to wash her face and the cut on her head. The water stung as she touched certain parts of her face. She looked up into the mirror just to see how messed up her face was. It wasn't that bad compared to what she thought it would be, but there was still some blood at the top of her face. There also seemed to be a scratch on her right cheek. She reached a hand up to her cheek touching the scratch lightly. When had she gotten this?
No sooner had she thought that, all her memory of what happened last night returned to her. She stared at her reflection in horror as she remembered the creature from last night. She had been sure she was going to die when it cornered her last night, but why had it let her live? Her mind kept telling her because it had been a dream and that nothing like that had ever happened last night. But she couldn't believe that. It had made that mark on her cheek for a reason. It hadn't wanted her to forget...it had done it so that she would remember it. It wasn't a dream even though she truly wanted it to be.
It wasn't finished with her yet.
