The Slender ManThere's something living in my backyard. I'm not sure what it is. Sometimes I hear it in the middle of the night, playing with the windmill in front of my window.More Like This
I don't dare open the curtains. I'm afraid. But I hear it, tiny footsteps with a wide gait climbing up the metal framing with sounds so different from the clackity clack of the windmill's blades. The windmill shouldn't be working though. We had tied it up with rope. It doesn't make a sound in the day and the rope stays taught. But in the night all existence of the rope vanishes as the owner of those tiny footsteps continues to play with it, again and again with that clackity clack, clackity clack.
The windmill has such a stark contrast against my house, painted with light yellows and flowerly indigos. The windmill is brown, rust, blackening. When we first moved to the house everything had looked so different and run down. There had been rotting trees and the smell of dead things. When the doors of the cottage next door had be
Sexual-Offenderman fanfic part 1It was around here somewhere.More Like This
All the facts pointed to it. Ever since they had found out the existence of this new slender they had been doing everything they could to track it, and she had been following their progress adamantly. It wasn't long before patterns had begun to form. Now it was only a matter of knowing what to look for, and its trail became obvious. This new slender obviously wasn't as secretive as the rest, and while this had made it easier to keep tabs on, this hadn't made them any more eager to try and make contact with it, because while they didn't know much about this new slender, they did have its name.
Honestly, that was its name. Almost makes you wonder which slender you would like to meet the least in a dark alley.
All across the country, cases of unexplainable memory loss, lasting between an hour to weeks, accompanied by a wide variety of common ailments that seemed to vary from person to person, with many having vivid nightmares, experienced
Sexual Offenderman role play #5 pillow fortl-d-g-little-dead-girl asked: -smiles- I don't even use beds anymore, I just use a bunch of blankets and pillows and teddybears sprawled around, and my favorite sheet hug on brackets, for a canopy. yeah....o3o; I kinda have a very cozy spot for myself ~^.^~ so if you wanna snuggle just swing by -giggles and disappears-More Like This
Well, it appears I now have strong desire to make a pillow fort. ARC!
Arc: What is it shit-stain.
Hey, a little respect here please?
Arc: fine. His royal highness, King shit-stain.
That’s better. Now gather the materials, We’re making a pillow fort!
Arc: oh joy.
hesleepiestproxy asked: "I h-heard th-that you were building a pillow fort, I thought you c-could use these." She hands him a few pillows and a blanket, "Blankets are an un-underated but essential part of a proper fort."
*he inspects the blankets and pillows with a professional eye, like how a master wine taster would inspect a glass of fine wine, only with this of course be