The Slenderman Chronicles - Book 1: The Woods_Ch 1
I woke from a horrible nightmare. I had been another person in another life. It had ended with me dying. killed by a being I vaguely remember calling itself "Slenderman".
I sat up and looked around my dark room, then glanced at the LED display of my alarm clock. It read 2:15am. I sighed and put my head in my hands, knowing it wouldn't be easy getting back to sleep.
So, I pulled off the covers, got up, and went of to the closet and picked out a random shirt to put on. After I had pulled it on, I went out into the small living room of my apartment. Walking across the the room to the kitchen, I noticed the door to the second room, the one I used as an office, was ajar.
This was strange, because I had made it a habit to shut the door every time I left the room. I walked over over, opened the door, and flipped on the lights, and looked everything over.
This room was my life. My computer, electronic devices, art supplies, CD and DVD collections, video game
The Slenderman Chronicles - Book 1: The Woods_PrlgThe Slenderman Chronicles - Book 1: The Woods_Prlg1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
The Slenderman Chronicles - Book 1: The Woods
Rich Redmond sat on a covered platform looking out into the woods. It was late evening, and he
could just make out the platform his hunting partner, Phil Coalson, was holed up on. They had
been waiting all day, watching the woods around them, searching for any sign of game.
Usually they could bag a kill almost every day, expending the tags they had bought well
before the season was over. But this season was different. The forest seemed dead. The woods
would have been full of chatter from small animals and insects. But now, not even a breeze
floated through the trees. It made waiting for game unspeakably spooky.
Hours past, and the sun was setting. The sky was blood red, casting everything in a orangish glow.
Rich was just about to call Phil on his two way radio, when he heard some rustling to his right.
He carefully peered down to the forest floor, to see a buck moving right past the tree his platform
was built in. It had a noticab
BlackBlack1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black is enemy, Black is friend.
Black comes with death and visions of the end.
Black hides danger, Black hides pain.
Black veils the horror contained in the frame.
Black heals sanity, Black heals wounds.
Black makes you forget the sickening tunes.
Black is big, Black is small.
Black gives life to the deadman's ball.
Black is light, Black is sight.
Black makes the wrong things right.
Black lives inside, Black covers walls.
Black can possess the shriveling walls.
Black is enemy, Black is friend.
Black brings death and visions of the end.
Slenderman - MisunderstoodWhy don't you humans get it? I'm not the enemy. I'm just different, that's all. You are not used to seeing my kind. That's no surprise. I am one of two that's left. I also have a cousin, somewhere. The last I heard from him was that he found more of his kind in a world made up of blocks. Are you humans there as well? If so, be careful. Don't make direct eye contact with his kin, they take that as a challenge.Slenderman - Misunderstood1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
You humans naturally fear the unknown. I can relate to that. But, you don't try to understand. Instead, you make assumptions.
Let's take my appearance, for example. My height varies, but I am usually 9 feet tall. I have on a black suit and tie, I can make an infinite amount of black tendrils/tentacles come out of my back, and have no face. I am seen as 'unnatural;' as 'alien;' as 'threatening.' Anything that you humans find unusual that intimidates you is labeled as 'unsafe' and a 'threat to your existence.' You must 'exterminate the