AN: Chapter 4, check! I feel like the story is going kinda slow with no action whatsoever, but it's not like an adventure story or whatever. I'm gonna try to put more dialogue, or else all there would be in a chapter are Andrea's over descriptive thoughts, which may or may not be boring everyone. She rambles a bunch in her mind, so I'll get her to talk more.

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Chapter 4

I glance at the clock hanging on the wall in the living room. It's 11:15 A.M. and it's a 15-minute walk to the woods, if I take my time. If I go right now, I'll still have half an hour left. After a minute or two debating with myself, I decide to go right now. After all, not counting last night when I ran to the woods in my tear filled rage, I haven't taken the time to take a quiet stroll in the woodland. I might as well do it now, when the sun is up. I'm sure Slenderman won't mind. He's too friendly to be yelling at me for getting there early. In fact, he must be overjoyed to see me again.

I furrow my bros when I come to the fact that our meeting would be in broad daylight. Wouldn't that be too risky? A nearby hiker might catch us. Slenderman better have a plan in mind, or else his existence will not be a secret anymore. I glimpse at the clock again. 11:20 A.M. Have I really been standing here for five minutes, lost in my thoughts? I shake my head, as if trying to get rid of these overwhelming thoughts. Well, better get going.

I slip on my mother's red converse. My mother and me have the same shoe size, so I can wear her shoes and she can wear mine. These shoes are barely used, and now that I come to think of it, I was the only one that used them. My mother liked wearing her sparkly heels more than these not so feminine shoes. I don't even know why it was hers to begin with. Perhaps it was a gift or something.

I take note of my surroundings and see all the small and cozy houses by the street as I walk by. I didn't even become aware of when I was shutting the front door. My thoughts ramble as I see some of the neighbors I know and love. I see Mrs. Miller; weeding the small patch of dirt she calls a garden in her front yard. She never did believe in pesticides, and always had her recycling bin crammed and her trash can almost empty. I want to wave at her, but her back is turned. A smile slowly works its way into my face when I hear her grumble beneath her breath. Must be another of those monster weeds, huh Mrs. Miller?

I see my old blue elementary school ahead of me. Before I was home schooled, which started when I was in sixth grade, I went to the ancient Oakwood Elementary School. Home of the Oakwood Squirrels. I always thought that a squirrel as a mascot was really stupid, but then again, it's an elementary school, so it fits at least. The flag of the United States is still, since there's no wind at the moment, not even the slightest breeze. I cut through the parking lot, and straight into the woods that were the reason the school was named that way.

I look at my wrist out of habit only to find out that I had left my watch back home. I turn around and I see the school's electric billboard. Lucky for me, it says the time and the temperature. The temperature is in the upper 60's, which feels okay to me, and it's 11:30. I do the math in my head and note that I got here in only ten minutes. I rushed here so quickly. The pine trees stand tall and strong while the daylight gives them a heavenly effect. I used to wonder why would the woods have a name such as Oakwood when there are pine trees. Turns out the woodland cover a massive area, and the only parts I've been that have pine trees are only a small section. The majority of trees in it are Oak trees.

"Hello?" I ask aloud, hoping Slenderman might hear me. "Slenderman? Are you here?"

The only sounds I can hear at the moment are the sounds of the birds, chirping their hearts out with their morning tunes. I don't hear even the tiniest sound that indicates that he's here. Not even a twig snapping like in my first, and only so far, encounter of him. Maybe I'm not loud enough? I clear my throat.

"Hello! I'm here! It's me, Andrea!" I shout. "You said to meet you here! In the woods! Remember?"

I do remember, although I do remember precisely the time to meet. Do you?

My eyes widen as I turn around in a full circle. But as my body does a 360˚, I don't see him at all. After my eyes were fully opened for a moment, I narrow them. Is he playing games with me? I thought that it said in his note that he was going to give me a tour of the woods or something like that. Not a game of hide and seek. I turn around again, before shouting a little louder.

"Where are you? It's kind of unfair that you see me, but I don't, you know. That's giving you an advantage," I complain, "Especially since you're all paranormal and stuff, and I'm just a pathetic little human. Totally sucks to be me, am I right?"

I blow a strand of hair away from my face and look back, only to see Slender man a few feet from me. I jump in surprise, then pout, my face clearly showing how annoyed I am. Slenderman chuckles.

I don't think you are a "pathetic little human". Although, you are little. And a human, of course.

"I'm not that little! You're just so tall, it isn't even legit!" I respond, maintaining by pout. "I mean, you're freakin' 10 feet tall or something!"

This makes him chuckle even more. If he had a face, it would show an expression of amusement. He's probably smirking right now with his invisible mouth.

No offense at all, but you have no sense of height. I am currently eight feet tall, although I can grow more.

To prove what he's saying, his limbs magically start increasing in length, making him impossibly tall. Then again, he isn't even human to begin with, so who knows what else this supernatural giant of the woods can do? My neck starts getting sore from having to crane it to even attempt looking at his head, as tall as he is.

"Uh, that's cool and all, but you're gonna have to shrink a bit so my neck won't snap."

All right, little human, I'll shrink. We wouldn't want your neck to do that, now do we?

I make a small huff when he called me "little human". I'm really not that short. I'm 5'3", and that's not short, right. Well, fine, I'm not the tallest person even, but at least I'm not a puny midget. My neck relaxes as he shrinks back to eight feet. Or did he shrink to seven feet? He's right; I do not have any sense of height whatsoever. Who knows, maybe my dad wasn't 6'11" after all? I never asked him, and now that I regret it, I feel my curiosity grow. How tall is he? I shrug off the thought when I notice Slenderman is staring at me, waiting for me to move. I probably look like a zombie.

Are you ok?

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I sigh, "Just kind of lost in my thoughts."

If you say so… Now that you're here early, and I'm not complaining at all, would you like to see some of the things I said I would show you?

How could I say no to that? A grin splits my face, running from ear to ear.

"Of course! C'mon, let's go!"