2: Go To Sleep
Slenderman started to walk off into the fog which was surrounding the place. I attempted to stop him, but of course, he just continued on, hinting at me to follow him. So I did, for what seemed like hours. Finally, we arrived at the outskirts of the forest, where we could see, in the distance, a lake. We seemed to be in a very rural city, as there weren't as many big buildings and people as there were in Ohio. Also I could breathe the air without facing the risk of getting lung cancer or bronchitis. We stood there for a few brief moments, then I heard from behind me; "Now, you must go and find Jeff Alenham." Slenderman said, as to break the short silence. "Woah,woah,woah, I don't even know what the kid looks like, how am I supposed to find him?" I ask in protest. "Just ask around, people will surely know what you're talking about." He replied. As I started to walk off, I realized something; "Hey, why aren't you gonna come with me?" "Well what good am I? People can't see me, unless I want them to, but it's never casually. Besides, if people see you talking to thin-air, they'll think you're crazy. I'll be in the forest, just come here with him when you 2 are ready. I'll be waiting." And before I could protest further, before I could even blink, he was gone. "Well that's fantastic." I sarcastically mutter to myself. I have to look all over town for this kid whom I have no idea what he looks like. It's 11 A.M., so at least I have time to at least find somewhere to sleep that isn't a park bench. I start walking down the street, and find a house, a really nice, suburban house to be specific. It was really nice. Snow white paneling, a wide porch, a beautiful vista in general. It gave me a warm, comforting feeling. I knocked on the stain-glass window, which was in the center of the beautifully decorated wooden door. A sweet looking woman, about the age of 25, answered the door. She had short, black hair, which she curled in a very old fashion manner. She was wearing an apron, which she was drying her hands on, which gave me the indication that she was cooking at the moment. "Hello there, how may I help you?" She said with the most charming, sweet smile. "Hello Ma'am, do you by any chance know a Jeff Alenham?" Her smile quickly morphed into a frown. A worried, paranoid frown. My whole outlook on her changed from a kind, soccer mom, to a neurotic, psychopath cat-lady. She just stood there for a couple seconds, then called her husband, whose name was Terrance, and he came and stood next to her, and asked her what was the matter. Apparently her name was Jane. When Jane told him what I just asked, he too turned into the same neurotic mess. I was beginning to feel very uneasy about this whole situation. "H-how do you know that name boy?" Terrance asked me in a scolding manner. "I-I was just looking for him…do you know where he is or his family maybe?" I had a feeling that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Tears began to form in the corners of their eyes, and they began to cry, which did not make the conversation any less uncomfortable. "I'm really sorry if I upset you! D-did something happen to him?" They then began a nervous chuckle, as if they thought my question was a joke. "Honey, Jeff Alenham, along with all the Alenham's, have been dead for over 10 years. In fact, this is the house they lived in…" They mother then began to fade off, as if recalling a memory of sorts. The father then welcomed me in, so we could talk more about the issue. I'm sure if I wasn't so young, his reaction wouldn't be the same. The inside of their house was even more beautiful than the outside was. Beautiful floral paneling, with antiques and little figurings here and there. It was as if I walked into a 60's sitcom. They signaled me to the living room couch, where we all sat down. The looks on their faces hadn't changed at all; they were still a nervous wreck. It was amazing how a simple question could cause so much damage to them emotionally. I then asked; "So…Jeff is dead?" They nodded. "Was he a friend of your parents or something?" Jane asked. I nodded. "So…how did he die?" I didn't know what else to ask. "Well, Jeff was…a troubled boy…after the whole incident at the birthday party…he just wasn't right. He killed his parents, his brother Liu, and himself…"Jane explained. "It was so devastating. He was such a good boy…" Terrance added. "Wait..what incident at the birthday party?" I asked. "Well, when Jeff and his family first moved here, the neighborhood invited them to one of the children's birthday parties. He was having such a good time…until these damn brats came and…well they hurt Jeff. They hurt Jeff the way humans shouldn't hurt anything." I sat there in silence. The whole story was so…sad. Finally, Terrance broke the silence. 'Well, you could stay here if you want. We wouldn't want for you to have to travel all the way here for nothing. I know this is all very sudden for you." I nodded in agreement, and said thank you. The whole rest of the afternoon was pretty normal, we got to know each other, and I got to know them. We talked about this and that, but always seemed to avoid the subject of Jeff. Nightfall came and they showed me to my room. It was very quaint and cozy looking. As I was nodding off to sleep, I remembered Slenderman, and how I have a mission to do. I then got up, sneaked past their bedroom, which was placed right next to mine, and went onto the computer located in the family room. I did some research on Jeff, and it seems he is infamous in these parts. "Port Orford Teen driven to insanity." "Oregon Killer goes on rampage." Among this reasearch, I found a myth that his spirit still lingers in the basement of his old house, 5769 Oak Grove. I seemed to faintly remember that address. I ran outside and looked up right above the door to find that same address. Finally, I get to get out of this depressing city. I looked around for an entry to the basement, maybe a cellar, stairs, anything really. Then I found it, underneath the rug, there was a pair of cellar doors. They didn't match the interior at all. They were old and rusty looking. I opened them up, attempting to not make any noise. I them went down the steps to the basement. It was a horrifying sight to say the least. Chipping paint, dead rodents, stains, and overall neglect reeked in the room. I began to wonder the room, trying to find Jeff. "So…the Deity is here? It's about time you showed up." A voice behind me stated. I jumped back, and looked behind me. It was him, it was Jeff. He was a young boy, about 14, like Slenderman said. He was wearing a white, blood-stained hoodie, and long, greasy tangled black hair. But perhaps the most unnerving sight was his face. It was completely snow –white, probably matching the house's exterior paneling. It was devoid of a nose, and it had no sight of eyelids, just blank, insane black eyes staring at me. Also, on his mouth, there was a bloody carving of a smile that reached from one ear to another. He just stood there, smiling at me. I finally summed up the courage to speak back. "J-Jeff…you need to come with me, Slenderman needs you." His smile turned into a frown. "I-I can't leave…mommy needs me…Liu…I need to protect them from those bastards that did this to me, they'll do it to them to!" "Your parents are dead Jeff." His frown turned into anger. Pure, hatred for the words that just came out of my mouth. "Don't say that! They're not dead! I'm protecting them!" "No, you killed them Jeff..you called all of them, then you killed yourself…" It seemed he refused to accept this. I was getting annoyed, I walked over to the cellar, opened up the doors, took Jeff's hand, and commanded him to come with me. I took him up to Jane and Terrance's room, and turned on the light. "Wh-whats going on?" Jane asked to the air. She was still groggy and disoriented. Until however, she somehow saw the boy I was holding. She began to cry, the very sight of him seemed to break her into pieces. "J-Jeff….is that you?" Jeff's smile turned into a more depressing frown than it had before. "J-Jane?" They then ran up to each other and embraced. "I-I can't believe it's you! Jane…I missed you…what happened? Why are you here? Where's mom?" She then began to cry, and explained to Jeff the same thing I did. "They're gone Jeff. Along with Liu. Along with you." He was shocked to say the least. He stood there, shaking. "But…mommy. I was protecting her…" Tears began to form in his eyes. They then just sat there, embracing, and accepting the present. The whole scene was heartbreaking. I later learned from talking to her afterwards that she was Jeff's old, and only, friend. And that she saw him get brutalized from those bullies, and to this day couldn't live with the guilt of not being able to stop them. But now Jeff came to realization. After a while I gently touched his shoulder and said to him; "Come Jeff, it's time to go." He then willingly came with me to the forest. We said our goodbyes, and went off. To this day I still have no idea how she saw him.
