Two Weeks Later
TJ's Perspective
It had been two weeks since we summoned the Slenderman, and we finally were beginning to relax. In two weeks, nothing else supernatural had happened to us. We were starting to think that it was all in our heads.
Heck, the cut on my hand almost completely healed. Our career as Slenderman's Proxies was over.
How did I feel about that? Disappointed. And relieved. We didn't die, and Sophia never got possessed again. That was good. But we didn't get to meet anyone. Which sucks, because I really wanted to meet Toby.
I woke up gasping from another nightmare. That was one more thing that happened after the ritual. Every night, I had horrific nightmares of the Slenderman chasing me through the woods. He got closer and closer until he was close enough to grab me with his tentacles.
He then slowly pulled me apart while I screamed in agony. My limbs broke, my muscles ripped, it was horribly realistic. Then right before he was about to rip me in half, I heard a number whispered in my ear.
It started at 14,
Then 13,
12,
11,
10,
9,
8,
7,
6,
5,
4,
3,
And 2.
But, the thing that scared me the most as I sat on my bed, terrified from all of the nightmares, was today's number. 1.
Whatever was counting down, it was over now. I had a deep set feeling of pure dread. This is about to get real, I thought gravely.
My thoughts were interrupted by the blare of my alarm clock. I grinned, "Eh, whatever. It's probably nothing. Everything is going to be fine," I said aloud, trying to convince myself.
I threw on some jeans, a t-shirt, and my favorite hoodie. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I smiled at my reflection, "Today's going to be a great day. I'm totally not going to die," I said.
I ran downstairs, and yelped at the time on the wall clock. It's 7:20! I panicked.
I quickly grabbed some bread from the cupboard and buttered it, no time to toast it. If I could, I would've asked my parents for a ride, but they had already left for work.
I quickly ate my breakfast, and grabbed my bike and helmet. I hopped on and began to pedal.
As I biked by Sophia's house, I noticed that she too was in a rush to get to school.
I called out to her, "Hey, Sophia!" I called, pedaling up to my best friend. She grinned at me, "Hi!" She said.
She suddenly looked concerned, "It's not like you to be this late, what's up?" She asked.
"Nightmare," I said, wincing at the memory.
Her worried look increased, "Another one?" She asked.
I explained about the countdown, and her face set with determination, "I knew it. I knew I didn't imagine Him!" She said.
"It might not be him. It might've just been my mind," I said, sounding way too unsure of what I was saying.
She shook her head, "No, it has to be Him. Haven't you sensed it? This feeling in the air? Like, the whole world is holding its breath. Something's going to happen, and it's going to happen soon," She said.
I shivered, she really had a way with words. It really did feel like the calm before the storm. I tried to talk myself out of it, No way, there's no way. He's not real. He can't be real!
But I knew how untrue those words were. This feeling, it wasn't something that could be explained away. I could only be Him…
The Slenderman was coming for us.
