Ok, a short—or not so short—note on how this story is written. Its not exactly written in chapters, its one big thing. BUT, if I made it into one huge story not only would it SUCK it would be super loooooooong. (It isn't finished, like most of my work. I'm uploading one piece at a time so I can: One, gauge your reaction, and, Two, work on the parts that need editing. Now, ON WITH THE STORY XD

With a yelp she took off again, tearing the bloody rock from her foot as she went, biting her lip to divert her mind from the pain. There was a crackling of branches, but she didn't look. She ran, even though it was now in the forest with her–

"No! Stay away from me! I'm not DOING THIS!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, and then, like a cheetah, skidded around a corner and started climbing uphill. She dug her remaining shoe into a rock and climbed, scrambling up the steep slope, trying not to think about how there was nowhere to run to up here, nowhere to hide. She reached the top, and caught her breath, steadied her heartbeat.

Flashback:

"Hey, are you coming over tomorrow?"

"Nah, going home to try and beat Slender."

"Again? You're obsessed!"

She laughed, waving bye to her friend and walking down the sidewalk. Fog was coming in—she wanted to be inside well before it settled..

She flipped out her keys to open her house, but then realized it was already unlocked. Huh. Hoisting her laptop bag higher, she opened her front door, squinting a little at the darkness within. She entered her house and closed the door, flicking the light switch behind the door several times. Nothing. The hall remained a murky black.

Walking a little more cautiously, she peeked into the living room. Someone was sleeping in the lay-z-boy. "Jed," she chuckled to herself before moving on. Her older brother enjoyed sleeping with the lights off, and would go so far as to hit the main breaker for his precious naps. She placed her bag onto the kitchen table and grabbed an apple. Taking a bite out of it, she headed upstairs, which once again, was black as pitch. She passed the bathroom, and headed down the hall to her parents room. And there, her life imploded.

"Mom, dad, better not be doing anything dirty...OH MY GOD! MOM!" She rushed in, where her mother lay, face down on the carpet, blood pooling in her hair. Her hands shaking, she turned her over, and retched. Her mother was a shell. There was a massive hole in her chest; her ribs were smashed open—and everything inside had been taken out. It looked oh so wrong. "Mom..." She stumbled away from the corpse, wanting to get out of there, when she heard the door click closed.

Her heart hammering in her chest and her knees shaking, she turned around, looked up and faced...

It.

It was tall, like they said. It wore a tailored black suit, like they said. It had long arms and tentacles that grew from its back like a deformity from hell, and they moved independently, like they said. But it was clinging to the wall like a spider and had her dad hanging from two of those tentacle things, and it had its head buried against her dad's chest, eating from him. She could HEAR it.

And when she gasped and it looked up, blood running down from where what should have been EYES AND A NOSE and a piece of intestine swinging from a wide grinning mouth, and it SPOKE she realized that sometimes even legends and stories got it wrong. And she realized that she was next.

"Hello, little girl. Believe in me now?"