I own nothing, least of all Harry Potter.

Trigger warnings: Harry Potter child abuse.

-Crow

Slenderman got out of bed early the next morning. He still had on his custom-made Extra-Long, black pajamas. As a personal touch, he even had little, white operator symbols on the pants.

It was the little things, sometimes.

He yawned… or… something… before stretching out a few knots in his tentacles and heading down to the lower level.

Last night had gone almost exactly how he'd predicted.

*Flashback*

Slenderman led the group down to the main living room where he'd asked Harry to stay shortly after arriving back at the house. Seeing everyone present at dinner sitting or handstanding upside down (Laughing Jack) in one of the chairs and waiting expectantly, he began his story.

"I had my suspicions a few months prior. I was doing a few international visits for old times' sake out in the Black Forests of Germany. No one to report there, so I just wandered around Europe briefly while I was in the area.

"I had decided to stop in Britain to restock on some tea for the pantry. On my search for a decent tea shop, I happened across an elementary school. Naturally, I looked everyone over as I was passing by, just scanning the surface emotions. There was petulant anger, bubbling happiness, spoilt discontent, irrational fear; the usual for most children.

"That's when I sensed that soul-crushing sadness. Normally children feel mild levels of sadness over trifle things, and it reflects in their emotional outputs, but this one screamed volumes of abuse.

"I quickly found the source to be young Harry. He was hiding behind one of the school dumpsters as his fellow peers played, completely unaware that he even existed. I questioned it, but continued to watch for a moment. After some time, my patience was rewarded… though I use that term scathingly.

"A gang of five children around Harry's age were deliberately seeking him out. Apparently, he hides behind the dumpster often. They found him and chased him across the playground. There were no monitors, no teachers, not even a single friend to stand up for young Harry.

"I watched as he was beaten black and blue by the children, whose ring leader I discovered to be none other than Harry's own cousin. What's worse, evidently they left him in that sorry state until well after the bell rang. Only then did Harry regain consciousness… yes, he was beaten unconscious. I did not realize until he had failed to move for five minutes.

"Taking my usual measures, I observed him and his class. The teacher was a horrible, old crone. She obviously saw his bruises and distress and deliberately ignored them focusing on berating him for arriving late to class. Upon stalking the teacher, I discovered her views on the subject of bullying to be largely that it 'is none of her concern what those monsters do to each other'.

"What's more, she deliberately asked them questions I know were well beyond the material, refused to teach them anything, and punished them with techniques ranging from time-outs to slaps to a dunce cap… yes, she had a dunce cap and a corner.

"Unfortunately, it seemed Harry would regularly receive all three. I'm not sure if Little Winging is just the honey pot for vitriol-spitting furies, but it seems as though almost every mother, aunt, teacher, even some teenaged daughters were either indifferent to children other than their own, horrendous gossips, or took great delight in looking down upon Harry Potter, specifically, as the title-less ragamuffin.

"Anyway, I followed the young boy for the next few months. I was not seen, but I had to abide by the Code. What I saw was enough to convince me."

He fell silent, reflecting on everything. The others' eyes bore into his blank face until he relented.

"As you can probably surmise, he was kept in a cupboard and regularly denied meals. I saw a "good day" for him in terms of meals and his meal consisted of some bread with a single slice of slightly off ham.

"His wardrobe was entirely cast-offs from his cousin all of which were excessively large and could barely keep him warm in the winter. I believe the shoes he has on are some a neighbor threw out on account of the flaps and support being destroyed by their own child.

"The Uncle and Aunt were not physically abusive, or at least as far as I could see. In the span of those few months, they did slap him excessively. The Uncle was excessively rough in his handling, but could not hold up as a cause of "relocation-worthy physical abuse". In my opinion, we need to update the Code beyond the 18th century's standards of parenting.

"His average day consisted of hours upon hours of work, chores, and tasks. If he did not finish, which was usual as the task list exceeded the available hours in a day, he would be slapped and refused food until the next day where the process was, more often than not, repeated."

Jeff and BEN both shifted uncomfortably after hearing that. They understood how the joke of having him do their chores in exchange to live there was honestly interpreted as an actual deal in the mind of Harry.

"His cousin Dudley, on the other hand, is a spoilt, aggressive, gluttonous pig. His mother dotes on him constantly, believing he can do no wrong even after report cards say otherwise. His father encourages his aggression because he believes it 'builds character' for some God-foresaken school called "Smeltings" where that bloated walrus apparently went to and wants his son to as well.

"The main source of his aggression is, naturally, Harry. I believe it may be some projection by the parents of the beatings they wish they could legally inflict. I'm not sure as to why they even encourage this treatment to begin with, but any theory is either terrifying if true or implausible if they still retain the classification of "human".

"This 'Dudley' boy apparently drives away any other children from Harry by bullying them if they so much as look at our new guest. He eats so many sweets and greasy foods that he's grown grotesquely fat. When compared to Harry, you can see the difference in treatment already.

"While Harry cooks the meals they eat, he gets none. I actually watched him pick scraps from their garbage pail to feed himself. I've even seen him scamper around the neighborhood to pick out of his neighbors' bins as well while the Dursleys believe he is merely taking the trash to the curb.

"I cannot tell how much it wrenched my… heart, to watch the boy's face light up in absolute, sheer joy at discovering a neighbor had thrown away a somewhat-bruised, but perfectly edible apple. He ate it right then and there, core and all."

The other guests of the Mansion were wide-eyed at the faceless entity. Most had speculated that Slendy didn't even have the organ in question. Those who had been there longer knew that he almost never brought it up as the organ wasn't biologically a "heart" in the first place. For this to happen, it must have been something awful.

"I continued to watch, by that time I knew that at the end of the waiting period I would have to relocate him. Unfortunately, plans were… moved ahead.

"Earlier today… er, yesterday in London Time, I suppose, Harry got in trouble for something that was by no means his fault. Unfortunately, by obligation of the institution, the principal had no choice but to inform Mrs. Petunia Dursley, Harry's Aunt, of the incident.

"She later burnt his hand on the open oven element after making him cook their dinner. When she was done, her despicable husband came home in a temper and beat Harry to the point you see him now, including breaking his arm."

He glanced up from his tale and saw the signs of tension and anger in everyone's eyes. Jeff already had out "Nellie" (one of his knives) and fingered it contemplatively. Toby was twitching erratically and rapidly. Sally's blood was flowing to the point where it actually overcame whatever force kept it in check and it dripped onto the floor. Ben was slightly glitching as his arms and the side of his face kept erratically breaking into code or random blocks of color, indicative of the virus's wrath.

He could sense their bloodlust and their morbid desire for more fuel for their hate. He sighed and continued.

"I decided to make my move that night. I left the house to set up a stable, long-distance shadow-walk at the nearby park. When I had returned, I fully expected Harry to be in the hospital having his arm seen to. I had suspected- no, hoped that they would realize the necessity of discretion and take him to the ER for his arm, claiming he fell from a tree or some such nonsense.

"I took my stance in their foyer, awaiting their arrival. I had no idea how long it would take human doctors to heal a bone, so I assumed their tardiness was the result of the procedure. In retrospect, it was so utterly careless of me not to do a full sweep of the house.

"I was so focused on awaiting the car to return, I had no idea how much time had passed. I only thought to sense around when I heard a loud sneeze from the cupboard.

"Yes, Jack. They left him in the cupboard. With a broken arm, none-the-less. Please stop growling.

"I had to get him out of there, but I had to abide by the Code. I simply unlatched his door and awaited the moment when he would leave of his own volition. It took some time, but eventually he made his way out and managed some minor first aid on himself.

"Unfortunately, that oaf of an uncle found him and almost stopped him. Thankfully, the lead pipe he used as a splint helped in his escape along with breaking his uncle's shin, I believe." Several of his associates grinned darkly at the only partially served justice.

"After he left, I took it as his 'willing departure' and it allowed me to take him with me.

"And that is the story."

By now, every one of his associates was either unconsciously caressing a knife or scalpel or dragging their claws through his furniture as fists clenched on the arm rests. He allowed about 30 seconds for them to digest this information before speaking.

"Now, I understand your anger. However, we cannot take action at the moment. We must first take care of young Harry to ensure he is alright. BEN, could you please contact Funnymouth for us? Eyeless Jack recommends him for bone-related trauma."

The computer virus gave a stiff nod, still scowling at the mental images Slendy portrayed.

"Now, I want no trouble for Harry while he is here. I doubt many memories of the United Kingdom are pleasant, so it may be best that we don't ask questions and help him adjust to life here in America."

He got up before pausing with one more thought. "And I will not allow you to go murder the Durlseys tonight."

Based upon the uproar it caused, he suspected he would need the straightjackets again.

*flashback over*

Slenderman sighed as he shuffled down the hall in his black slippers. Surprisingly, Jeff was the calmer one despite his… aggressive nature. Eyeless Jack went to his lab, probably to eviscerate some corpses to relieve anger. He was forced to put Toby in the "Time Out" room after medicating him.

In retrospect, he should have anticipated that Toby, with his past relationship with his father, would react strongly to abusive parental-figures.

However, they could not violate the Code by simply murdering the Aunt and Uncle and having the child vanish. It would cause too many questions. Questions which the departments of the Underrealm would not be pleased to answer.

However, he assured himself that they would get their just desserts in time.

As he descended the stairs, he smelled bacon and pancakes… don't ask how.

Coming to the kitchen, he found it empty save for his newest ward standing on a step-stool in front of the stove crackling dangerously with bubbling fat from the bacon. The kitchen was largely absent of the floury explosion from whenever one of his wards or associates cooks (save for Eyeless Jack) and any mess was comfortably compacted on the single counter.

"Harry?" He asked. The small seven-year-old turned around nervously, fiddling with the spatula and tongs in his hands.

"Oh, sorry Mr. Slenderman. I haven't finished it yet."

"Finished?"

"Breakfast, sir." He replied casually. Slenderman 'frowned' as he remembered that was one of the expectations of the Dursleys.

"Harry, we appreciate the sentiment and I'm sure everyone will enjoy your cooking, but don't feel you are in any way required to cook meals in this house." Slenderman said.

"Oh, it's alright sir. I rather enjoy cooking." He replied happily.

Slenderman 'smiled'. "Well, I'm sure Eyeless Jack will enjoy some company in his hobby. Though, for now I would recommend you not over-exert yourself or your arm."

Harry nodded and put the finished pancakes on a platter along with the bacon before placing them on the dining room table.

Slenderman had Harry sit next to him again and prepared some light fruit and juice along with a plain pancake to stay on Eyeless Jack's suggested regimen of low-fat foods, though he gave Harry one of the less fatty, least-oily bacons strips.

A few minutes later, Jeff walked in with his eyemask still askew on top of his head. Still half asleep, he stumbled around mumbling. "Whoss cookin' breakfast, Slendy?"

"Harry did. Be sure to thank him."

"Yeah, yeah, thanks kid." He said before picking up a pancake and dowsing it in syrup.

Sure enough, drawn to the promise of food, the others he'd met started down the stairs as well. Along with a few others Harry hadn't met last night.

Slendy introduced him to caretaker Akako Himura who apparently was visiting, but worked in a school out in Japan. The woman wore an interesting black dress made out of a shimmery material with some detailed embroidery of red swirls. The first things he noticed, though, was the fact that she seemed like she was always smiling, how her head was tilted to the side at an odd angle (along with a sharp bend in her neck), and how one of her eyes was completely gone but she still functioned like normal. "Konichiwa, Harry. Do you know any games?"

Harry was a bit unsettled, but replied with a "no".

She was genuinely surprised and promised to teach him a game her children absolutely loved called "Kagome kagome".

Another… being that came down for breakfast was this large humanoid…thing. It had a sekeletally thin black body with a scraggly mane of black fur around its head which was hidden behind what Harry assumed was some kind of bird-like mask out of sewn-together bits of flesh. Though he saw it stand up and walk to get through doorways, it tended to get around crouched on all fours. Slendy explained it was called the Seed Eater. Harry noticed how the Seed Eater would eye him almost like The Rake did last night. The being didn't go for the breakfast prepared and instead took out some raw meat from an ice box in the kitchen. He shivered as it ate the bloody hunk raw.

Sally was ecstatic when she came down and saw the pancakes and, after thanking Harry, immediately put some strawberries and powdered sugar on hers. Laughing Jack followed suit, except he used substantially more sugar, strawberries, blackberries, butterscotch, peppermint, caramel, and chocolate chips all drowned in a bottle of high fructose corn syrup.

Harry never had much of a sweet tooth, but he shuddered at the sight of the mountain of diabetes for any normal human being.

Eyeless Jack came up from his basement with Toby tagging along. Harry was confused as the still-drug-drowsy Toby mumbled and slurred about pancakes, waffles, and penguins. Slenderman was just relieved he was considerably calmer than last night.

During breakfast, Slenderman remembered something and turned to address Harry. "Harry, I am a strong proponent of learning. As such, I encourage all of my wards to attain at least some degree of education. You are no exception.

"I'll write up a syllabus and course plan for you by tomorrow. Among these are some… unusual courses such as anatomy, psychology, and… er, 'physical education' so to speak." Well, learning self defense and how to effectively stab someone counted as "physical" at least.

Harry nodded. He was okay with school if it meant he could stay away from the Dursleys. He'd actually enjoyed most of what he learned in primary school if he took out the mean teachers and Dudley's gang.

"And Harry, I know you hold back to have lower marks than your grievously stupid cousin. You will not be punished for having good marks. In fact, I often reward for such marks, so I want you to do your best. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well. Sally, if you want, you may play with Harry in the forest today. Just be back before sunset."

Sally "yay"ed happily and led Harry outside, leaving Sammy the Bear in her seat to "keep him clean" despite the stuffed animal being coated in a permanent layer of mud.

Slenderman watched them go out and started cleaning up breakfast plates as he noticed Eyeless Jack approach him.

"Slenderman, I need to speak with you."

Harry ran after Sally as she ran out the front door. She had found him a ratty (and bloody) jacket of hers that was a dark green color without any frills. He was grateful that she had the pretty much unisex jacket and wore it despite the crusted blood on it. It was a lot better than walking around in the autumn chill.

Harry glanced back and, in the light, saw the house was actually a very large three-story mansion with the walls made of some grey wood shingles and darker grey roof shingles. The wrap-around porch led to a gazebo structure in the back and a few turrets were set in the sides of the manor. He saw a few attic spaces and resolved to ask Sally sometime later to show him around up there if it was alright.

The area around the house seemed perpetually grey. Harry suspected it was from the occupants'… peculiarities encouraging the creepy atmosphere. The sky was white/gray with overcast which molded into a dense, white fog that enveloped the surrounding forest. Harry enjoyed the effect as the white made the tall, straight, black tree trunks stand out more even though he could only see 20 feet of the forest before the fog consumed it. He particularly enjoyed watching the tendrils of mist creep around the forest floor and glide along the dirt and sparse grass.

The ghostly girl led him along the main road that connected to normal civilization. She explained how it was where they got their deliveries and mail. Harry was amazed that they were actually not ten minutes away from a nearby town that was completely oblivious to the existence of the manor. Sally explained that it was mostly just a ghost story to the locals to the point where it was just a fun tourist trap idea.

"Though we do have these shields put up." She added thoughtfully. Harry tilted his head. "Shields?"

"Yeah, they're invisible shields that kill anything we don't want coming through, like a force field. It lets in the pizza delivery guys, though." She snickered. "Jeff and BEN would probably throw a fit if they had to walk all the way to the town for that stuff." Harry nodded, looking around and trying to see if he could find these shields. Sally bounded into the foggy woods and shouted back. "C'mon! There's a fairy ring of mushrooms I found!"

Harry ran after her as she showed him the secret places of the forest and enjoyed the make-believe and improvised games as their giggling echoed in the fog.

Michelle O'Connor was excited. She'd heard about the tiny town in the rural west of New York and she couldn't wait to get there. Her boyfriend, Josh, and her other friends, Kaitlin and Mike, who shared her fascination in the paranormal, joined her on the vacation.

They toured the town and enjoyed the small-town feel of the place. They found a few shops that had figurines and books on the mythos surrounding the town; the most prominent figures being The Slenderman and his Children.

They got a brochure from their inn. It was hosted by the locals and was largely just an excuse to give a cool atmosphere for the re-telling of the mythos. They specifically offered one tour at 9 AM, 7 PM, and 10 PM. The first two had the densest amount of the almost permanent fog that rolled in from the forest and the 10 PM was just a popular nighttime horror excursion.

Michelle and Co. decided they'd aim for all three. The first one to get a lay-out of the forest track in the day, the second to see it at the twilight hours, and the last to see it at night as any horror fan would clamor to see.

They boarded the haybales in the back of the truck and listened to the woman droning on about the story.

Slenderman or The Slender Man was apparently a local apparition that had roots all the way back in German folk lore. It was a tall, faceless being that would stalk its victims silently until it either killed them, made them disappear, or drove them crazy. She told stories about how it had gained popularity on the internet after photographers caught pictures of it at a few local playgrounds, thus sparking the internet legend that brought Michelle there.

The horror enthusiasts were interested about the story of Slenderman's Children. Folk lore said that Slenderman stole children and either spirited them away or ate them. It was believed that those who were not eaten became his followers, some even after death.

The tour ended and their tour guide let them out near a shop sponsored by the tour. They sold everything from sketches to prints to figurines of the tall being in a suit surrounded by children who were either obviously dead and had expressionless, white masks hiding their faces. Josh was interested in a few wooden figurines of a disfigured, skeletal dog-person the owner claimed was called "The Rake". They also sold prints of UFO's, the Dover Demon, and Bigfoot with small replicas and humorous depictions of each.

They quietly agreed that it was just a local junk shop selling the usual "Aliens Abducted Me" T-shirts and mugs, but still bought a few nick-knacks for momentos.

To the humor of her friends, she bought a small necklace with the circle and X symbol on it along with a few creepy prints of Slenderman, The Rake, a black creature called Seedeater, and a Roswell crash site depiction to put up in her apartment.

They stuck around the town and their inn room until the sun had set pretty low in the sky.

Michelle eagerly dragged her friends back to the haybale truck for the evening adventure.

"Hello and welcome to- oh, not you people again." The story-teller monotoned. Michelle was honestly surprised they let this person deal with their town's main supply of income.

She supposed she could understand going crazy after constantly doing this job and telling the same story three times a day every day of the year, but she could at least ask for some atmosphere and enthusiasm. The first tour was more of a dull museum lecture tour rather than a horror story.

She fiddled with her new necklace as she listened to the story re-told to a new group of tourists who were eagerly snapping a few pictures of the evening fog darkening the forest around them.

To be honest, this was hardly worth the $5 in the first place. The only spark of anything interesting was a faint giggle she swore she heard echoing from the mist.

"Whelp, that was an absolute f*cking waste of money." Mike griped as they walked back to their inn as the sun set. "I mean, did you see that hag? She was putting me to sleep with that lecture voice of hers. I paid for a bone-chilling horror story that was supposed to give me nightmares tonight, not a kiddy-ride that's no better in the afternoon than it is in the morning."

"Yeesh, we get it, Mike. Just shut up about it." Kaitlin sighed. "So the tour was a bust, at least we got some pretty wicked snapshots of that fog and Michelle got some stuff too."

"Yeah, I mean, look at- oh no!" She exclaimed looking around frantically. The others saw her checking her pockets, jacket, even her bra (to the confusion of the men). "I lost my necklace!"

Josh sighed. "So we'll get you another one."

"Oh, come on. The thing was like $15, I'm not just gonna let it go. It's probably in the forest."

Kaitlin grinned. "Oooh, four teenagers going in a scary wood at night reportedly haunted by the Slenderman. Wooooo."

Mike wasn't as amused. "Yeah, I can see the headlines tomorrow. 'Four Stupid Tourists Get Lost in that Damn Fog'. It's just not worth it, Michelle."

Michelle 'hmph'ed and started stalking away towards the treeline. She was always pretty headstrong, though she knew how to get her friends along with. She grinned as she heard three other footsteps following after her accompanied by mild panting and whiney voices.

"Come on! It's a necklace in that entire place! It's worse than the needle in the haystack!"

"I don't care, Josh. We'll be alright." She called back, not looking at him.

Soon, they made it to the start of the forest path and retraced their steps back into the forest.

"We're lost."

"No we're not."

"We're lost."

"I'm telling you I know where we are!"

"We're lost."

"SHUT UP, MIKE! WE ARE NOT LOST!"

Michelle glared daggers into her friend's neutral face as he silently dared her to admit that she had no f*cking clue where they were.

The headstrong girl looked around, hoping to see anything that resembled the path. The fog had long-since cleared up, but the forest was dark save for the white glow of the moon.

She'd long given up trying to find the damned necklace. Now it was just a priority of getting out of the cold and back to their comfy inn room.

Didn't that tree looked familiar?

Kaitlin was crying quietly now. She always did have a strained positivity in stressful situations. Even when they were friends in kindergarten, she was the first to cry about being lost. Frankly, Michelle almost felt like joining in. The boys were trudging along, both downtrodden, but had given up any taunting remarks long ago.

Every tree looked the same. Michelle couldn't deny it any longer. The forest floor was even covered in a low-hanging dense fog, so they could have walked across a path ages ago.

As she looked around, it was almost surreal; the pale moon illuminated the entire forest and a dense, white fog flowed off mini-cliffs and around trees like water. None of the tendrils left the surface the sea of fog created, which was only knee deep in every direction. It was beautiful… if she wasn't so desperate to get out of it.

She sat them down at some stumps nearby and assessed the situation.

One. They were completely lost.

Two. It was dark.

Three. They had no idea where they were.

Four. No one else had any idea where they were.

Five. It was hypothermia weather, so they'd probably freeze to death before starvation.

Michelle hung her head in her hands before involuntarily giving a quick, choked sob at the hopelessness of the situation. They were really just going to be stuck he-

"Michelle…"

She was broken out of her misery by Mike's frantic whisper. She looked at him and followed his eyes out into the forest.

There, backlit by the moon were two figures hiding behind the trees and watching the group. Michelle could make out some rushed whispering echoing ethereally around them. The tone said one was trying to convince the other of something while the other kept arguing against, but the whispering became muddled into something unintelligible carried through the fog.

Slowly, the smaller figure separated from the taller figure which was frantically whispering for the other to come back.

Through the silhouettes she could make out that the smaller figure approaching them was probably a boy and the other had a dress, signifying a girl. She could see the tension in the small boy, as though ready to spring back at a moment's notice.

He made his way until he was just a foot away from her. She could make out extremely pale skin, black hair, and probably the greenest eyes she'd ever seen behind some askew glasses. Her breath caught as she realized the boy was wearing a jacket that was crusted with blood.

Hearing a scuffle, she looked up to see the girl had moved out from behind her position. She could clearly make out a dirty, pink nightgown dress. The girl's green eyes shone like a cat's eyes and had a wary distrust of them. Michelle was horrified to be able to make out lines of crimson across her face.

The boy's arm moved, redirecting her attention. He raised up a small fist extended towards her and she caught a glint from the moonlight.

Her necklace.

She accepted it and gave a hushed "thank you". The boy nodded and began backing away back to join with the girl. As the distance grew, Michelle suddenly noticed a shadow that was not present beforehand. She followed it up to a tree that had suddenly appeared-

No.

Her heartbeat was frantic as she realized the "tree" was really the legs and torso of a very, very tall man in a suit.

Without a face.

Her blood pounded against her temple and a small migraine started up behind her right eye. The figure was completely silent, but still had a foreboding miasma around him. She saw the shadows behind him seemingly coalesce into black tentacles silently writhing behind him.

The green-eyed boy looked up at the figure and said something she couldn't make out. The figure's wriggling appendages seemed to slow as it tilted its head to angle back and forth between them and the boy as though deliberating something.

The tentacles retreated into its back and it stood there along with the other two children, watching them-

The group heard a loud rumbling sound getting louder from behind them and all of them were inclined to turn and see what was approaching. It was the haybale truck with a new tour group for the 10 PM tour.

Michelle looked back quickly, but the children and the tall man were both gone.

Turning back, she heard a different tour guide address them.

"Hey, are you folks alright? You need a ride back?"

They nodded dumbly and started climbing onto the back of the truck. Michelle clutched the small necklace in her hand and looked back in the direction they came from.

As they rumbled away, she glanced back on the path and saw the small boy standing at the edge watching her leave. He saw her looking and waved. She smiled slightly and waved back before the small figure scampered back into the woods.

She and her friends made it back to the inn and they left the next day. By the weekend, they were joking how they'd hallucinated the entire thing and that they needed to ease off of the chilli fries and pizza, citing that junk food caused some pretty weird nightmares, so why not hallucinations.

Michelle never contributed to those stories. She would just rub her thumb over the small pendant charm, proving that they got it back somehow, and having the eerie feeling that they were terrifyingly close to living up to Mike's predicted "missing teenagers" newspaper report as well as ending up another casualty to the town's folklore tales.

She eventually married (to Josh) and had several children and eventual grandchildren as well. Each and every one heard the same story from her, though. The same one she'd tell until her dying day. One against doing foolhardy things like wandering in the forest at night among other things.

The story of The Slenderman and his Children.

People in this chapter are purely fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is completely coincidental and unintentional.

-Crow

-Seedeater: "Through the Trees" by unknown

-Akako and the Kagome Kids: "Kagome Kagome" by unknown