Anne swung on the swings as she watched Jack play on the climbing frame. It was a beautiful summer's day and Jack was entertained enough with the butterflies. Anne smiled to herself. Soon he was going to go to his first day at school. Anne looked up at the house in thought. Poor Margret. She has been having hallucinations for the past two years. Anne was left at home alone with Jack to babysit because her parents had taken Margret to the doctor, to see what was wrong with her. Things have changed for Anne too, she's been getting more confident with her work because she asked for help at school. She needed learning support. It was a surprise to both of her parents to why they hadn't noticed it before. Anne had processing problems in reading and writing. So she's allowed extra time in exams and tests now.

Anne wasn't confident enough to find friends though. In fact, because the teachers saw her as actually quite intelligent, she's been more isolated from the class. But there have been people coming up to her to ask what was wrong with Margret. Margret hadn't been getting enough sleep, she keeps on screaming and saying that there's someone trying to kill her when no-one could see nothing, she's been drawing rather disturbing pictures and just recently, she's been using her video camera, that she got for her tenth birthday, a lot on herself. Anne was afraid that Margret would have to go to the mental asylum.

Anne remembered a few months ago, she was taken to a social worker. They had a couple of sessions and they said she had Asperger Syndrome. She was different in a social aspect. She didn't know the difference between appropriate things to say and inappropriate things. Anne supposed that was the reason why she rarely spoke to other children, they didn't like what she talked about. Anne was so enthusiastic about her stories, she told Slenderman about them. He listened, the other children didn't. He liked to listen to her stories and he didn't interrupt her conversation. Anne smiled to herself. He was a very good friend.

"Anne."

Anne stopped swinging and turned towards the park. There he stood, amongst the trees. But in the blink of an eye, he was gone. That was a sign to say that he wanted to meet with her again. Anne looked over to Jack and frowned. She shouldn't leave Jack alone at home. What if someone dangerous came and took him? But she couldn't take him over to meet Slenderman either. Slenderman was supposed to be kept a secret between him, her and Alice. With a sigh, Anne got up and picked Alice up from the other swing.

"Jack! It's time to go inside!"

"Five more minutes!" Jack shouted as he jumped up and down on the climbing frame.

"Jack, I'm going to get colouring pencils and paper so you can draw me a nice pretty picture!"

Jack jumped off the climbing frame and ran inside as Anne grabbed the pencils and paper and set them on the table. He grabbed a pink pencil and began scribbling away. Anne smiled to herself and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm going to go out for a while and I'm going to lock the doors so no-one nasty can get you," she said.

"OK, but what if someone nasty gets you?"

Jack looked up at her with wide brown eyes and Anne smiled.

"I'll be safe."

She took Alice and went outside. She locked the back door and went out to the park, closing and locking the gate. Pausing, Anne tilted her head when she found a note on the back of the gate. She took it, folded it neatly and placed it in her pocket. She then went into the forest and wandered down the pathway. Eventually, she reached an old tent and tilted her head to the side curiously. It looked abandoned and she wondered why the campers hadn't packed it up.

"Anne."

Anne turned around and looked up to see Slenderman towering over her. With a warm smile, she stretched her arms out and hugged him. He hugged her back, his tentacles and arms holding her in a warm embrace. Anne smiled warmly as a soothing tentacle stroked her head.

It was too perfect. Slenderman watched the sleeping girl sleep against the tent with her teddy bear secure in her arms. She smiled and yawned cutely. She'd been sleeping for a couple of hours now. Stroking her head with a tentacle, the Slenderman stared at the house that could just be seen through the trees. The parents and the older sister weren't back yet. They were at the doctors, just like the others had gone. The little boy was still drawing and drawing, not noticing the time that had gone by. At least he wasn't too suspicious about how long his sister has been gone for.

Slenderman looked back down at Anne and stroked her head again. Just perfect. This little girl in his snare couldn't have been in a better position. Anne Valentine-Lockhart. The middle child. The Autistic child. The albino. The writer. Slenderman began looking around in her pockets with a different tentacle and discovered not only the page she had found earlier, but some notes on a story. He placed the page back and began reading the notes curiously. After a few minutes, he put the notes back and watched as Anne turned over and hugged him in her sleep with Alice. He looked up and began thinking.

Margret Valentine-Lockhart. The eldest child. The drawer. Drawings were more obvious than writing. Margret was quite the drama queen. She was nice and loud, her parents found out that there was something wrong very quickly. She was paranoid and thoroughly affected by the Slender Sickness that he was able to give to humans. Slenderman had been in her room and saw stacks and stacks of drawings for him to use for future victims. Her parents must have seen them too. Slenderman smirked as he looked down at Anne and stroked her hair more. Perhaps if they bothered to read through Anne's stories, they would have realised that Anne has been afflicted with the Slender Sickness since the very first day.