She would be very good for my dirty work, like getting rid of all traces of bodies and luring people in. Most people had got so scared that they wouldn't dare to set foot in the woods anymore. Hmm. She would be perfect actually; her use of a mask would leave her identity anonymous and then people would fear me more for manipulating people.
Obviously I had no use for her pesky little friends. They were neither smart nor strong willed and would not be fit to work for me. And what am I you ask? Well...there are different theories. Some call me The Operator (those such as Jay and Alex, and their very useful friend Tim), some called me The Tall Man, and others knew me through some game.
You...dear readers...may call me Slenderman.
It was now 11:58pm and I was growing severely impatient. I had watched Macey talk to her friends hysterically about the note I had left her with. True to her 'I'll be the one to save everyone' attitude, she arrived. I watched her from behind a tree, unaware of how she would react to me up close. She looked to be barely taller than five foot four whereas I stood at ten foot one. Holding the strap of her backpack she looked around in the brisk night wind. Without a torch you could barely see.
"Erm...I'm here?" she asked into the forest, confused. I could hear every snap of the branches beneath her feet and it took a lot of will power to keep her alive. "I don't really know if you're real or not, or if I was dreaming when I saw you, but if this is a prank I'm ringing the police..."
"Oh, you won't have to do that" I replied, stepping out from behind the tree. I didn't speak the words though...I merely made her thoughts hear mine. She dropped her bag in pure shock and her facial expression resembled that of horror. "Don't be scared"
"HOW CAN I NOT BE SCARED? YOU MURDER PEOPLE!" she yelled at me, not knowing where to look. I bent down to her height and dragged a finger across her cheek, making blood swell at the freshly made cut. She didn't flinch; maybe she knew that this might be the end for her. "I-I...I'm sorry"
She rummaged through her stuff, to get her phone I presume and ring the police. Instead, she pulled out her mask. "Is this the mask you were talking about?" she asked. Yes, the one with the black detail. It resembled Tim's nicely. I nodded in response. "W-why did you ask me to come here?"
"I need help...a proxy. You will do nicely. Well, that's if you make it through training and if you can help me find a certain pair who caught me on videotape. If you do, you'll be one of the few"
"What do you mean? Did the proxies make it?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"One did"
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