Monster
I'm trying to write a lot while all my ideas are flowing so bear with me, let me know if I should continue this or try and take another route with it. I do not own Slender just ma OC's.
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I spent the next few hours cleaning the place up a bit, I mean, it has been siting here unused for a year now so it was bound to be a bit grungy. It used well water so I was actually able to use it to clean and I had found some cleaning supplies in the small basement it had, I made sure to shake out the dust from the blankets on the bed as well. I sat down on the couch with an exhausted 'oomf', feeling a bit accomplished at what I had done. It felt nice to do something normal for once, something that didn't involve survival or attacking or killing, just good ol'fashioned work. I looked around the empty cabin feeling a sense of loneliness, so I pulled out my journal and began to write in my scribbled writing. 'Finding this cabin has given me a bit more peace than I had initionally intended, I'm glad that it has remained untouched. Although time has done some damage to the furniture, it is intact enough that I am able to stay in it for the night and head back to camp in the morning with fresh supplies. Maybe when things get better I will be able to return here with a few others, as a safe haven. But for now, no one can know about this, and hopefully no one will for awhile. I keep my hopes up that this will all end like in the movies when some heroic figure goes out of their way for a cure and will even sacrifice their life if need be...but that isn't going to happen...is it?' I was surprised when I saw a tear stain the question mark I had just writin, causing the lead to smudge a bit and blur the symbol. I tried to fix the mistake angrily but only ended up in tearing the corner off, making me further agitated. I yelled in frustration and threw the book at one of the boarded up windows, watching it hit the floor with a silent thud. I knew I shouldn't be angry with the way things are, I had gotten over that and had come to terms to just accept the world the way it was now...the way it was going to be for awhile. I hugged one of the couch pillows close to me as the frustration with my own feelings began to well up, but I pushed it down for fear that they might overwhelm me. Sometimes it wasn't always a good thing to feel, sometimes you just had to...let go, forget, do what had to be done. I let these reminders wash over me and soon I felt calm enough to retrieve my journal, a few boards creaked as I walked over to the small book and picked it up, but a soft scraping noise made me still in my movements. It stopped for a second and then I heard it again, almost like a finger tracing figures into the outside of the cabins wooden walls. I backed away as quietly as I could, wincing as my foot stepped on the one creaky board I had been trying to avoid. The silence following that creak was tense, I barely heard my own breathing over the sound of my heart pounding against my ribcage. Was it one of the dead? Or maybe a person trying to scare me into coming out? I listened for what seemed like another hour before I felt it was safe enough for me to breath, whatever it was it had stopped so I wasn't going to waste my time trying to figure out what it was. Instead, I checked all the windows to make sure the boards were secure as well as the front and back door, you can never be too careful.
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(Narrative Pov)
"C'mon Ella, gotta run faster to catch me!" "I can't, I'm too small!" A 6 year old Orella tried to catch her older brother but triped over a few sticks and fell into the dirt. "Daddy! John won't slow down!" She cried as she tried to wipe some of the dirt off of her baby blue dress she had worn for the family reunion before her father walked over and picked her up, "It's alright Ella, there are plenty of other kids to play with that are smaller than your brother." The young girl shook her head, her dark red curls bouncing lightly, and buried her face into her fathers shoulder stubbornly. "No!" Her father sighed and patted her back gently while shooting a stern look to her brother, making him run off back to the crowds, "Well then, how's about you come and sit with dad huh? Wanna do that?" She sniffled a bit and rubber her eyes before nodding and laying her head back down as her father walked her over to a lawn chair and sat down, placing her in his lap and handing her some juice. She sipped it happily while he father ruffled her hair, making her giggle, and bounced her around. She always felt better when her father was around, sure she loved her mother, but her father was her everything. He was her world and she was never going to let him go. But all of a sudden the scene turned all wrong, the sky turned black and a flash of lightning blinded her, when she reopened her eyes everyone was gone...including her father. "Daddy? Daddy where are you?!" She ran as fast as her small legs could carry her but it wasn't fast enough, she felt as if she was being chased. She turned around as she ran and saw a dark horrifying figure with dark tentacles waving every which way. She screamed and tried to run faster but it was useless, and she again triped and tumbled into the dirt. As she cried the figure neared and she could have sworn that when another flash of lightning hit near them and illuminated the figure, she saw it had no face. This terrified her and she tried to scramble away as the tentacles shot out and smothered her world into blackness...
(Orella's Pov)
I sat up drenched in sweat and panting heavily from the intense nightmare, what the hell kind of nightmare was that? It was more intense than any nightmare I had ever had, even since the world had gone to shit. I looked at my solar watch, I had put it under a lamp to charge it, and it read the time as 2:30 a.m., I groaned and fell back on the bed. It was still dark out so there was no use in me going out to try and hunt something, the generator was probably going to go out soon, and I was hungry. I decided to get dressed and grab a small breakfast before gathering the needed supplies, might as well get a head start on things. But I was stopped as I heard the scraping noise again, this time at the front door. I grabbed my shotgun and warily crept up to the door, pressing my ear against the rough, poorly painted door. I distinctly heard it, a finger doing the same weird pattern thing but this time a bit more force full, I don't know how long I crouched there, listening to the maddening noise, but I stirred slightly when it stopped. I blinked once, twice, three times before backing slightly away from the door, what was doing that? I pressed my ear up against it again to see if I could catch another noise, someone or something walking away perhaps, I stilled as I listened intently for any noise. When none came I still didn't move, thinking that perhaps I was crazy, but I jumped about a foot in the air and nearly misfired my weapon as a very loud and very harsh 'BANG!' sounded against the door, right where my cheek was lain. I stood straight and pointed my weapon towards the door, waiting for someone to burst through, but no one burst through. In fact, no more noise popped up from anywhere, but I didn't lower my guard. I kept my attention firmly directed towards the door, so I didn't notice one of the lights beside me flicked and go out, nor did I hear the generator stop. I did however notice something...black...and slithery...out of the corner of my eye, something that reminded me of that nightmare last night...of that monster. I turned around slowly, not wanting to see behind me, and stared right at the faceless demon that had plagued my dream last night, faceless and all. I wanted to scream, let out the loudest shriek I had in me, but instead I stupidly backed away quickly and fired my weapon at the faceless thing. It disappeared in a cloud of smoke and was beside me in an instant, tentacles raised and ready, speeding towards me. I rolled clumsily to the side and tried shooting again, this time hitting the top of a tentacle and making it drop off...but when it hit the floor, it just melted into black tar. I felt my eyes grow wide with horror and before it could get in another jab I bust through the back door and took off running, completely forgetting about the supply bag in the kitchen. Even as I ran I felt it behind me, following with incredible speed somehow, watching my every twist and turn never letting me out of sight. I ran until my lungs burned for air yet I wasn't out of the forest yet and it was still on my tail, so feeling that there was nothing left I could do, I pulled my gun from my back and spun around to face the monster from my nightmares.