Wolpy's endI have decided..... Wolpy's tales will end..... and all of you will learn the truth of his life......
Wolpy held onto Hunter as tightly as he could, tears rolled down his eyes as the dark void tried to pull her in.
"I am not letting you go! It isn't taking my mate!"
He cries and holds her tightly, she licks his cheek,
"No... Wolpy... it's my time to leave"
He looks shocked,
She looks sad, her ears fold back
"I love you, but my time here is over..."
"No.... please no..."
She kisses him one last time and lets go, she is dragged into darkness, the violent winds stop as it now has what it wants. Wolpy stares into the dark abyss, he is speechless and heartbroken. Guardian and the pups come rushing in.
"Where is she?!"
Wolpy has tears rolling down his eyes
"Gone......... she let go......."
"Everyone..... has to go sometime........"
Wolpy cries, the love of his life and soulmate sacrificed herself, he covers his eyes. A white pup goes to him
The Slender Man, ch 7Chapter SevenThe Slender Man, ch 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Man on the Road
For two days, I stayed alone in the house. I barely left. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable outside my house. I feared the unknown. However, I began to tire of the same rooms, and the same household chores. I needed a change. I decided to force myself out of the house and visit a friend for an hour or two. We spent a long time catching up and I lost track of time. By the time I left, it had grown dark, and the temperature had dropped. I got inside the car and drove home. Willow Road was very long, and flanked the woods beside my house. As I drove along the empty road, I noticed something strange in the trees. With a double take, I was horrified by what I saw.
A suited man.
He was tall. Very tall. His face was hidden in shadow, amongst the branches. I braked so hard that the car skidded and left marks upon the road. In my hurry to get out of the car and pursue the man that kidnapped my daughter, I stumbled and fell to the ground, grazing my p
The Slender Man, ch 8Chapter EightThe Slender Man, ch 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The house was dilapidated.
Everything was turned over, everything was broken. The bookcase had been knocked down and broken in half. The dining table had collapsed. The wallpaper had been ripped and was hanging loose in several spots. The rug in front of the fireplace had been sliced and hacked to shreds. All the light bulbs in the house had exploded, scattered shattered glass over the floor.
All the curtains had disappeared.
I screamed and whimpered, holding the wall for support. I made my way through the house. Everything in the kitchen drawers had been taken out and thrown onto the floor. Pots, pans, knives, forks and broken plates carpeted the tiles. All the empty drawers had been left open. All the paintings upstairs had been ripped and the splintered frames had carelessly been discarded on the floor. I stepped into my bedroom, feeling faint and terrified. The bed sheets had been torn and spread around the room. I retreated back into the hall and clo
The Slender Man, ch 6Chapter Six.The Slender Man, ch 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was laying in bed, wide awake. Richard was fast asleep, breathing deeply. The curtains were closed, an old tradition we had kept since Anne's disappearance. The rain had stopped around an hour ago, though the wind had picked up. The woods swayed and creaked through the night air. I could not sleep. My unpleasant visit into the woods lurked in my mind, and it made me uneasy. I constantly glanced at the window, though I could see nothing through it. Knowing I would not sleep, I headed downstairs into the kitchen for a cup of tea. I sat alone in my dressing down, reading Richard's newspaper with little interest. When I returned upstairs, I was shocked to see the curtains wide open. My heart beat quickly in my chest. I stood frozen in the doorway for a moment, looking from Richard, to the window, to Richard again. He was as deep in sleep as ever, and seemed to have not moved since I left.
"Richard?" I whispered. He did not stir.
I hurriedly crossed to the
The Slender Man, ch 4Chapter Four.The Slender Man, ch 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I knew there had to be a connection. It was all too strange. I decided to write down all possible clues to try and make sense of things. What I concluded did not make much sense either, but it did give me somewhere to start. Anne had seen a suited man twice in the woods, and claimed that he had a laugh that frightened her. The mirror was way too high up for Anne to reach, yet somehow it had smashed. She had said "it was in the mirror". Anne began to fear windows at night time, and once while staying in our bed, she claimed to hear the frightening laugh outside the window. My guess is that she was scared of windows because she was afraid the suited man would watch her through it. I do not doubt this. The suited man had a very strong affect on Anne. I plan on finding out what was so terrifying about him that would give her nightmares. I am beginning to wonder whether Anne had been keeping more details from me than I first assumed. I certainly hope she never
The Slender Man, ch 5Chapter Five.The Slender Man, ch 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was absent of mind. I don't know why I travelled so far into the woods, it was unlike me, but I felt such a strong desire to be somehow close to Anne.
What I found was something I will never forget.
It was February 6th, 1988. Ten months after Anne's disappearance.
The weather was bitterly cold.
Most of the trees were frosted, and dark with shadow, yet it was little after midday. The sun was masked behind thick clouds, and what light remained was drowned in the overhanging branches. Most were half dead, like skeletal arms within the trees.
After a long while, I found myself within a small, dark clearing. The branches in the outer trees twisted and gnarled together, tangling themselves. There was a lifeless, empty tree in the middle of the clearing. The grass around the tree grew prickly and colourless. It was grey, blackened in places, and severely rotten. As I approached, a deathly smell hit me. There were deep scratches upon the tree, scars left from n
The Slender Man ch1 Chapter One.The Slender Man ch1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My daughter was born on April 9th, 1981. She disappeared three days after her sixth birthday. Nobody knows how, nobody knows why. The police assumed she was kidnapped, but could find no evidence to support this theory. They found no evidence to suggest any other theories, either. They found nothing. It was as if she had simply vanished. After a long time of searching and no leads, she was presumed dead. I do not believe she is dead.
Anne is alive.
I spent hours searching through the house after the police left. I was determined to find something they had missed. I did not sleep, I did not eat. I searched, and found nothing. I cried myself to sleep. I spent hours walking through the woods, hoping to find Anne, lost and alone. I wanted her back so badly. Words cannot explain how much I missed her. I still do.
We lived in a small town, in the bush. I will not say where. Our closest neighbours were half a mile away. My husband
Slender Man, ch 10The RoadSlender Man, ch 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My mind was only half focused on Richard. The other half unwillingly showed me a repeated slideshow of images. Anne, the house, the suited man no, the suited thing. My grip on the steering wheel tightened. I had been on the road for three hours. I was travelling north, not knowing or caring where I was going. Away; that was good enough. The road turned and my tired mind drifted with it, back to my husband. I wondered what he would be doing at this moment, and where he would be. Perhaps making his unwell mother something to eat. Maybe putting the kettle on. I imagined him steadily dunking a teabag into a mug of hot water, with the radio on and the sun shining through the window. I wondered what Richard might assume I would be doing right now. Maybe reading a book or doing the washing. He would be comforted by that thought. However, the reality was far from comforting. Here I was, speeding aimlessly down an unknown road, trying to place as much distance as p
The Slender Man ch3 Chapter Three.The Slender Man ch3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Man in the Woods
Throughout 1986, the year before Anne disappeared, there were many other strange occurrences such as the night of the broken mirror. The earliest peculiarity that I can remember was roughly the end of January. Anne had come home late from school.
"Where have you been?" I asked her. "I've been worried."
"I saw a man," Anne replied casually.
"He didn't say."
"What did he want?"
"Nothing," Anne replied, then walked away.
I was worried, and decided to pursue the issue. I went to Anne's bedroom and found her drawing on her bed. Anne loved to draw.
"What did the man say to you?"
"Nothing. He hid behind the trees. I couldn't see him."
"Then how did you know he was there?" I asked.
"I could hear him laughing. It was strange."
I assumed this was yet another trick of Anne's overactive imagination. She would always play pretend or create imaginary figures. Still, I was a little concerned. I told Anne to tell me if she
The Slender Man, ch9The Wooden BoxThe Slender Man, ch9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My breath came short. I gasped for it desperately. My heart thudded louder than the thunder outside. Slowly, I tread through my broken home down in despair. I found myself back at my bedroom. I collapsed onto my knees before my bed and reached underneath. For a split second I was frightened that a skeletal hand would enclose around my wrist and drag me under. Fortunately, I safely pulled out the wooden box. Though how safe I actually was, I was doubtful. I opened the lid of the box and touched the contents with trembling fingers. This was my box of special memories. It could also be seen as a box devoted to Anne. Stacks of photographs, a necklace, drawings and other memories were delicately crammed into the box. I fingered them quickly with trembling fingers, for reassurance. I snapped the lid shut and jumped at the noise.
Though I soon realised that there was another sound. Faint, and close.
It was soft and harsh. My heart beat so quickly that it began
The Slender Man, ch 11Mr and Mrs CombesThe Slender Man, ch 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not knowing what to do with myself, I drove to the address on the wanted poster straight away. It did not take me long to find it, with helpful directions from a pedestrian. I parked outside the small house and stared at it, deep in thought and worry.
The house itself was not very appealing. The roof tiles were faded and cracked, the gutters were filled with leaves, and the grass was overgrown. I breathed in deeply, and got out.
As I approached the front door, I saw something shocking. Scratched into the wood was a symbol. A circle with an X through it. The same as the one on my wall. I stared at it for a moment in both fear and anger. After a quick knock on the door, a wheezy voice followed. "Hello? Who's there?"
"My name is Rosy Williams. Are you Mr Combes?"
"What of it?"
"I'd like to talk to you about your son, Liam ... and the Slender Man."
The door opened and a scruffy looking man appeared. His beard was greying and his eyes were narrow, beneath bus
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The Grand Galloping Gala! Finally, it was here! The time has come to gather in celebratory fashion, relishing the spectacular luxuries bestowed upon those in attendance. The Royal Princess of the Sun hosted an annual ball for the upper-crust of Canterlot, and each year's event was just as magnificent as the previous one. Grandiose décor, gourmet foods, regal service and the noble melodies of classical performances stood as the most appreciated throughout the entire night. Of course, the Gala oozed exclusivity. Only those with special connections to the imperial family and those of great wealth were sent invitation, and as a result it always became a playground for elitist mingling. To be summoned by the coveted Golden Ticket was an opportunity unlike any other. It was the very treasure residents of Canterlot sought out for the whole of a year. And now it has come! The prodigious social affair has begun!
Having been raised in Canterlot, Spike had always desired to be present at suc