I don't own Minecraft or Slender.

This story is based off a minigame I found on a Minecraft server a while ago, which I have since realized (after getting into the game a bit more) was a Minecraft version of Slender. I have decided to take the idea, but seeing as this is my first book, it will only be a one-shot. Enjoy!

–DellaAwake

I wandered through the wood, eyes on the ground, my torch clutched in my hand. I could not see very far in front of me, but I could tell I was in a forest. I wondered what had happened to my friends. Were they also wandering through the forest? I shuddered as I thought about what might happen to them. Then suddenly I saw a light. It was the camp! I sighed in relief as I entered – then stopped short. The tents were all deserted, but there was something pinned on the canvas of mine. Hesitantly I approached, and saw it was a piece of paper. But before I could read what was written on it, I heard the sound of footsteps behind me. Not stopping to see who it was, I grabbed the paper and took off blindly into the forest. I ran, and ran, not even sure why until suddenly -

I was lying on my bed, drenched in sweat, my legs aching. Surely it couldn't have been a dream? It had seemed so real. Then I looked at my bedside table. I almost jumped out of the bed in shock. On the bedside table was a worn piece of yellow paper, exactly like the one I had found in the woods… I started hyperventilating. What was going on? What would happen if I went back to sleep? Was it a dream, or something else? Either way, I was too frightened to go back to sleep just yet, so I got up to get a glass of warm milk and think things over. After hesitating for a moment, I grabbed the paper that I had found and brought it with me.

Sitting down in the kitchen, I flicked on a small light and poured myself a cup of milk. As I waited for it to heat, I turned over the note, and read it. My blood ran cold. It said Help Me in scratchy, panicked writing. Now I was faced with the question: What had been chasing me? What monster was in the woods and was hunting whoever had written that note? I was distracted from these thoughts by the ding that informed me my milk was heated. I began to drink it, and felt myself calming down. Then I had an idea, and I took a photo of the note and posted it online. My original fear now gone, I yawned and decided that I might as well take a nap while I waited for replies. After all, it was the middle of the night. I went upstairs and lay down, but not before setting an alarm to wake me when I got a response to my post. As I drifted off, my last thought was that I hope I didn't have any more dreams…

I was standing on a path in the middle of the forest. It was the middle of the night, and pitch black. Lighting my torch for a few precious moments, I spotted something up ahead. I hurried toward it. Stepping out of the trees, I found myself in a clearing, surrounded by gravestones and mounted skulls. Shuddering, I walked through the clearing, stopping at the edge. I debated for a few seconds, then turned around and lit my torch, just to check that I hadn't missed anything. I spotted something on a gravestone to the right, and putting out my torch to save power, I walked hesitantly toward it. As I got close enough to see what it was, I felt a shock of recognition. It was a note, just like the one I had found before. But this one looked different. Crouching down, I saw it had No scrawled on it six times in black ink. Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I slowly turned around, and found myself staring at a pair of long purple legs. I shrieked in fright, grabbed the paper and my torch, and bolted, not even stopping to check if it was following me. I could feel its eyes on my back as I fled, tripping over tree roots and stones in my frantic attempt to escape. Then I heard a loud beep, and everything faded.

I started up in bed, once again drenched in sweat, legs aching, trembling with fright. My phone continued to buzz loudly, that must have been what woke me up. I glanced over to my bedside table and shuddered. Another dream-note was on it. Brushing it aside, I picked up my phone and answered the call as I walked downstairs, notes clutched in my other hand. It was daylight as I opened the blinds, it seems I had slept until morning. I talked with my friend on the phone. He wanted to know if he could come meet me tomorrow for a late-night party he had and wanted me to go to. I agreed, thinking that if I had another of those nightmares at least there would be someone to check on me. I could tell it was going to be a horrid day.

_FAST-FORWARD TO THAT EVENING_

I sat in my office as I finished the email, finally pressing send. That was the last of my work, so I got up, shut down my laptop and flicked off the light. Then I headed to my bedroom, with the intention of getting a few hours of sleep before the party. I had a brief moment of doubt as I spotted the dream-notes, once again on my bedside table, but I shrugged it off as my eyelids grew heavy. I just had to get some sleep if I wanted to be even slightly alert for the party. I changed into my pajamas, leaving my party clothes on a nearby chair. Then I slipped into bed, not bothering to set an alarm. I figured the knocks on the door would wake me up. Just as I was about to drift off, it occurred to me to check to see if anyone had replied to my post, so I rolled over and picked up my phone. Scrolling through the pages with sleepy eyes, I eventually came to the place, only to find it was not there. Seeing it had been deleted, I was going to find out why, when a huge yawn stopped me. As tiredness filled my eyes, turned off my phone and put it down on my bedside table, resolving to look into it tomorrow morning. Rolling onto my back and closing my eyes, I finally gave in to the urge of sleep.

I was back in the forest again, torch in hand. I wandered through the trees, occasionally lighting it to catch a glimpse of where I was going. There seemed to be no end to the trees, and I couldn't see a clearing anywhere. I wandered back and forth, the only sound my footsteps moving through the grass. Anything could happen here, for there was nobody else that could save me. I shuddered, looking around as if something might jump out at me. I did not see any monsters, but I did spot something pinned to a tree quite far to my left. Lighting my torch, I moved toward it, looking around to make sure nobody could sneak up on me. When I was within a few feet of the tree, my torch went out. But it didn't matter, as even without a torch I could see what was written on the note stuck on the trunk. Run. My eyes opened wide as I realized that the person leaving these had been gone after the first note. Now they were trying to save me from the same fate. Then I saw a purple particle drift in front of my face. I whipped round – and found myself staring into the deep purple eyes of a monster, with only a burnt out torch to defend myself. As I looked at it, it began to shake. It let out a screech as it opened its mouth wide, and lunged toward me. My vision went black. But this time, I didn't wake up.

_EPILOUGE_

I knocked on the door, filled with excitement. This was going to be the best! I fantasized about all the games and the fun we would have, but was jerked out of it when I realized that nobody had opened the door yet. We had agreed on meeting here, and I knew from experience that my friend was a light sleeper. A knock on the door would be heard for sure. Something was wrong. I let myself in with the spare key, and proceeded up the stairs to the bedroom. I hesitated. It felt wrong to invade my friend's privacy, but still. I knocked on the bedroom door, and when no answer was forthcoming, I was really worried. There was no way my friend hadn't heard that. I opened the door – and stopped short, recoiling in horror. My friend lay on the bed, covered in bruises and cuts, a huge hole in the stomach, which was leaking blood all over the bed and floor. It was clearly fatal. Pulling out my phone, I frantically dialed the police. No point calling the ambulance for a dead body.

Looking over, I saw three notes on the bedside table, and I picked them up. When the police arrived, I left, taking them and my friend's phone with me. I did not want to go to the party now, so I drove straight home, feeling numb and fragile. As soon as I was safely inside, I burst into tears, the full shock and grief of the night finally hitting me. It felt like I cried for hours. When I finally ran out of tears, I felt unimaginably tired. Maybe sleep would give me a reprise from the onslaught of emotions. Of course, it could also be just as bad, if I had a nightmare. I decided to take the risk, exhausted from reliving so many feelings and from staying awake for hours. I turned off the lights and went upstairs, changing out of my party clothes and throwing them across the room, not caring where they landed. I never wanted to see those clothes again, and made up my mind to burn them in the morning. Switching off the lamp, I placed both phones and the notes on my bedside table, exactly as I had found them at my friend's house. Curling up into a ball, I drifted off.

Suddenly I was standing in the forest…

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a review if you have any feedback for me, or PM me for story requests. Thanks to LeMafiaKreb, GiggiEba, FirstFandomFangirl and LadyMonoceros. I loved your stories (even though I read them months after their publication) and they inspired me to write this. Until we meet again!

–DellaAwake