Another Damn Dream."I am in the middle of a forest. I turn around and there is a house built out of wood and windows, and nothing else but. I enter and look around. Nothing of interest. I smell burning though.More Like This
"Suddenly the house was engulfed in flames. Somehow I knew this was going to happen. I am not scared. I do not panic. I simply take refuge on the roof.
"There, out in the forest... There he is, standing taller than the tree tops.
"I don't remember the walk there, but suddenly I find myself at the place where he was. No, it was simply a trick of the eye. It only merely looked like him. But that poor man. Someone-- or something-- had taken an innocent bystander and stretched his body until his bones broke and ground inside his body, until his flesh ripped. Someone had burned off his face then sanded it down. They had ripped out his hair. They dressed him in a suit and tie. They-- it... must have been very careful... because whoever he was, he was still whimpering and crying for help.
Slenderman.Stop.More Like This
He might hear you.
I am pressed against the wall. My fingers are spread as wide as they will go as my palms press heavily on the drywall. I take a deep breath. Hold it tight. I feel the air escaping my lungs, my circulation; my blood thinning of oxygen as I hold, one, two, three .
I hear Him slither down the hallway. His movements are languid, snake like, as He comes after me. I can imagine it all in my head: the long, thin arms, coiling around every turn and corner, searching for me. Have you ever noticed His face? His eyesor lack thereof? I have a theory. He doesn't have eyes because He doesn't need them. He hears things. Feels things. Smells things.
I exhale, slowly, hoping not to catch His attention. It's a fruitless thought. He knows where I am. He's only playing with me. A game of cat-and-mouse, where He is the cat, and I am nothing more than a rubber mouse hiding underneath old and rusty furniture. He will