There’s a strange face in the woods outside my window. Mum and Dad won’t listen though. It stares and stares… Little brother hates hearing it about it. He thinks it is meant to scare him, the story about the man with no face.
The face watches me all hours of the night and day…

Big sister says that it is all lies; she says that Mum and dad should call in head doctors.

It doesn’t matter how many times I tell them about him, the man in the dark, no one listens. I don’t like when Mum says I have to play outside, because I have to be close to him- he is too tall. He is too thin. Like he doesn’t eat!

The man doesn’t move when he watches me, he just makes me cold, makes it so I can’t run. I don’t like when he is around and I think I should stay away from the fence. Mum has to drag me inside for dinner because I can’t stop staring, she is angry at me for being out so late in the cold, can’t she see him? The tall man that is now standing in our yard.

After dinner tonight, Mum is making me sit in my room- no TV- because I didn’t come when she called. I sit at my desk with my homework, trying to finish it before Dad comes in to check, when I see him standing in the yard. The man without a face; the tall man, standing to close to my window. He is always there now, even when I point him out to mum and dad; I don’t know why they can’t see him.

My dreams are full of him now, he is standing in the background as I do real magic for my friends. He stands in my dreams watching, I have told him to leave me alone, but only in my dreams.
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Mum called the doctor today, she says I am very sick, I keep coughing up blood and I can’t sleep. She says I’m not eating very much, she tells him of the tall man I see, I don’t think it matters anymore. The doctor says I will need to go to hospital, he says that maybe something is wrong with my brain and I will need scans. The coughing is bad now, it hurts a lot, the tall man is still watching.

Mum sits with me in the night time to make sure I am ok, she asks me what I am humming and I can’t tell her. I don’t know the words, I didn’t even know I was humming. She tucks me in and kisses my head, the tall man isn’t outside my window anymore. He hasn’t been there for a whole day, but he is still in my dreams. His long, long arms reaching for me.

The music is loud in my ears, I can see mum reading to me- her lips are moving- but the music is so loud. I cough and cough, lots of blood come up this time. She sits on the end of my bed staring at me, waiting for it to stop, but it doesn’t. I wish it would because I need to tell her something…

The tall man isn’t outside the window anymore, the tall man isn’t in the yard, he isn’t even in the woods…
The coughing is too much and I feel like I am falling asleep… I try to fight it very hard because I need mummy to know…

The tall man is the corner now… He is in my room…

Credit To: Mara

“Slenderman isn’t real.”

That’s how this story starts. That’s how this story will most likely end. I don’t lie. My name is Raksha, and this is my story.

“Slenderman isn’t real.”

Helen has said this a variety of times to me. I nod vaguely and she cries out in frustration. I silently watch her fume, her round, pudgy pig face red all the way to the roots of her bleached hair. She looks me in the eyes and I return her stare. She’s pleading with me, but I don’t care. She wants me to say a lie; but I won’t do that. Obviously seeing my resolution, she stands up, and storms out of the room. I hear her screaming at my fiancée that she couldn’t help me, that I was a lost cause that should be abandoned. Reaching for my untouched coffee that lay on the side table aside the couch I lounged on, I stir in some of the provided sugar and wait for Jer to come and get me. When he does, his eyes show exhaustion. A stab of sympathy hits me. That’s all from my yelling at night. Hardening up quickly, I give him one of my legendary cold shoulders. I told him he could leave me; he refused,therefore his well being was no concern of mine. He seated himself beside me on the psychiatrist’s couch.

“Why? Why won’t you admit Slenderman isn’t real? What could you possibly gain by keeping up this charade?”

I scoffed at him and his weakness. Was he really expecting me to soften up, lie, and tell him I would stop playing a game that doesn’t exist? As if I would play such a useless game. He knows I don’t play in something that doesn’t benefit me in return. He didn’t say a word as he got up from the couch, but just as he was about to walk out the door, he said it.

“I’m calling it off. Our engagement, our relationship. Everything. I’ll file all the paperwork, and send it for you to sign. I’ll tell your family.you just keep obsessing over things that aren’t there.”

And with that, I lost Jer forever. I didn’t care. He didn’t believe me, no he didn’t want to believe me. All because of his fear. I couldn’t spend the rest of my life with someone that weak anyhow. I rose from the couch, dusted off my jeans, and sauntered to the dreary day in Seattle. Rain clouds were forming in the sky, ready to pour at given moment. I fingered the large kitchen knife, the lone item I kept in my handbag. A drizzle began to rain over the town, but I continued to walk east. Towards the woods.

He was already there when I arrived. His suit was extraordinarily dry, as if the rain found him as revolting as I did. His snake like arms dangled , barely scraping the forest floor. He accessed me in silence- I didn’t think he was blind, but I always had to remind myself that he could see me better than I could see him. I guess I would never get over the feeling that he was wearing some morbid Halloween costume. His long tentacles were absent, for the time being, and one of his long arms stretched towards my face. His spindly finger explored my face and my ody, without ever touching it. I didn’t hide the repulsive shivers it caused. Finally, it seemed as though he was deep into the trance, or enchantment, or whatever this monster could feel. I dug deep into my bag to unsheathed the knife, and I plunged it into his chest. He didn’t look as if he were pain, then again, he didn’t look like anything. His face was still glued to my body as I screamed. My legs couldn’t support me anymore, but I stood. His gaze literally wouldn’t let me go. I felt blood seeping through my clothes, slithering down my torso.

My knife was plunged into his chest, yet it wasn’t him I had pierced. The forest began to black out. I realized that I wasn’t fainting; it was Slenderman. His tentacles weren’t absent, but were winding through the trees, dodging my vision. A slimy cloak enfolded me, and Slenderman’s face became a smile, full of razor incisors faced me. I understand why people like Helen don’t search for monsters, or deny their existence. People like her realize it before people like me. She understood me, or better yet, the monster inside of me.

Slenderman doesn’t exist. Sure. But you do. As do the monsters inside….

Credit To: Raksha Keller

The first thing you need to remember is to never turn around.  If you turn around, you’re dead.

It had been a long day at the office taking calls from China, sorting through endless stacks of paper, dozing off with my elbows on my clear glass desk. . . definitely time for coffee.  I sat up from my new wooden chair feeling stiff.  The office lounge was a floor up, and as I walked through the hallways I became increasingly aware that I was the only one left, other than the janitor, whose vacuum I could hear far off down another long hallway.  The elevator was shut down for the night to save power, which was when I realized it was past midnight, so I headed for the staircase on the opposite side of the building.

The first indication is silence, palpable and thick.

Sipping on my coffee I became increasingly aware of the silence.  The city never sleeps, and I know that on my drive home I will still get caught up in the bright lights and taxi cabs, but in that small, pale blue room with fake granite countertops and a fridge, which even then, was devoid of a buzz, was supremely silent.  It was crushing and deafening and only split open by the small sound of my careful slurps of coffee.
Feeling uncomfortable immersed in it , I finally decided to take the cup to go and head back to my office where I would switch on some internet radio and finish signing contracts for some hundred thousand dollar company transaction.  The janitor was gone about twenty minutes into my work, but I knew that through the web of security cameras there was a room where two fat men with bags of chips were watching my nightly progress and conversing about their wives or the latest playboy centerfold or maybe even both.

Then you begin to feel anxious.

The city was as bright as ever that night, and even at 1 A.M people lined the city streets between bars and clubs.  My phone rings.  It’s my wife.
“Hello?”
Theres no response, just a burst of static and feedback.  At the next stop light I decide to send her a text:
Hey babe. twenty minutes out. love you lots!
I look up.
Where am I.
The streets which were once familiar had become a maze of cement and steel.  A forest in which I was hopelessly lost.  My pulse quickens and my hair stands on end.  I keep driving.  It gets warmer in my car and the space on the back of my neck begins to itch.  I think I’m breaking out on my cheeks.  I pull up to another stop light and decide to check my sanity.  I pull down the mirror and see my red face beading up with sweat.  I wiped it on my sleeve and gaze into my eyes which are dilated and darting in place.

Soon things just change.

I flip the mirror back up, and now I’m in an industrial and very unfamiliar part of town.  It’s like blacking out except when I think about it, the memories are vivid.  Every right and left turn, every light, every face on the side of the road.  God it must be a trend today with the younger generation.  All their faces seemed so similar in memory and the black clothing blends together until a single black suit covers them all in the pictures in my head.
God I’m so fucking lost in this city.  I decided to pull over and ask for directions next to a small cafe up ahead.  I pull up to the curb and get out but I notice that the cafe isn’t as crowded as I thought it was, in fact it’s quite empty.  But no matter, I thought I would just walk down the road til I found some young suited to ask for directions.  But as crowded as it was up to this point, I can’t find anyone.
My phone buzzes… I look down.. my phone never buzzed… I’m now somewhere on the edge of town.  Now I am panicking because I remember so vividly the faces…. so many faces… and the turns and the walking and the soreness in my bones because I had come so far.  The streetlights here are dimmer, and trees are beginning to creep up behind the buildings.

Don’t look back.

I turn in my confusion and I see all those faces… but they aren’t many, they are one.  One face, one lanky man in a suit, with arms reaching down to its knees which already seam four feet off the ground.  His fingers twinge and the shadows of them stretch across asphalt toward me, and as they draw closer the streetlights get darker and then are gone.
I turn to run, now I am in the sea.  A sea of trees, green and moving but making no noise at all.  Not a single rustle of leaves through the wind or a twig snap under my feet, just a small drum beat getting faster and faster as I walk… no run, through the trees.

He is everywhere.

Where the fuck am I?  Where is he?  I can feel him looking at me from every single direction but he is swallowed by the darkness and all I can hear is my heart beating and the hum of the wind as it passes through the hair by my ear.  I keep telling myself to never look back.  Never even hesitate.  Keep moving.  Then I fall and I’m face down in a pile of twigs.  He is on top of me, I can feel his cool breath on the back of my neck, but I have to keep running.  I can’t resign and I can’t look back.  I can’t take in what’s fast on my heels because I know I cant fight.

Soon you will find the messages.

I’m losing my breath.  My lungs are bleeding I could swear it and my heart was becoming less of a drum beat, and more of a vibration in my chest.  That’s when I notice the warm wetness on my arm and there, inscribed in my forearm and burning:
Keep running.
I remember writing it.  I remember seeing him in the woods ahead and frantically writing it with the twig I grabbed earlier when I fell.  I remember how excruciating the pain was as the twig splintered in my skin and the blood poured from my veins.
Don’t get cornered.

Up ahead, theres a building, I can make it there.  I can do it.  It’s not too far off, and there is a dim light eminating from the doorway in it’s side.  I use the last bit of my energy to get there, praying that someone else will be there.  Someone human because he was everywhere.  Chasing me silently.  Suddenly breathing on my neck then suddenly two feet to my right or my left.
I finally broke into the doorway but quickly realized nothing in this building makes sense.  Its a two sided maze of corridors which are completely empty and the sound of my breathing echoes into both of them.  I’m faced with the decision to go right or left for my salvation but before I can decide I am quickly hobbling left.

The totems, they move.

The corridor is narrow and pale blue with tile lining parts of the walls.  It twists and turns endlessly and things are making less and less sense.  In here the air is even thicker than outside and the smell is near putrid in some places.  I think I could hear rats scurrying in the shadows where the lights don’t reach.  I see a small wooden chair.  A bit out of place, and it looks antique and clean contrasting with the overall dinginess of the labyrinth.  It is just about a perfect chair except for one small detail, an S painted roughly in black on it’s stool.
He’s still behind me.  His lanky arms reaching for me.  I look down at my bleeding wrist and the message still reads clearly Keep running.
Soon I reach an off stretch where the lights are dim and stop at the end in an odd, rectangular room.  I’m cornered.  I’m alone with him.  I buckle at the knees staring at the dead end and begin to claw my way into the farthest corner.  Tears stream down my face, and I make the mistake of blinking them away for when I look up again, it is before me.  That antique chair with the black S sits in the corner of the room.

The last thing you need to know, is that there is no escape.  You must give in.  You must give yourself over in resignation.  If you don’t, the nightmare will continue and the blue walls will swallow you up.

I’m broken and hopeless.  My bleeding arm is wrapped around the back of the stool while my body slumps over onto the ground.  A familiar noise enters the room, it’s the same feedback from the phone when I thought my wife called.  Except my wife never called me and my phone never rang.  It was him.  It was always him.  All those people were him.  The janitor was him.  This coffee lounge was him.  This room is him.  And this chair, the same chair in my office, is him.  He is everywhere.  He is divine.  He is reaching down for me now.  My eyes are moving up to him now.  He is breathing on me now.  I’m staring at him now.  He has no eyes, but I feel him glaring.  No nose but I can tell he is sniffing.  No mouth but I know he is screaming.

He is like staring into a blackhole.  He almost seems to rip away your soul.
He is nothing, but everything.
There and not.
and there is only one thing I can say clearly about him without a doubt;
he is very tall and very slender.

Credit To: Colin Alexander

You tried to keep as quiet as possible, which was hard. All that running around made you tired, you breathed heavily.

You didn’t whether know to keep your flash light on or off. None of the notes so far provided that information. You checked through them again. You didn’t have a clue if you found them in order. But did it matter? What if it did? At first you thought you knew why he was after you, your eyes, your lips. All the things he didn’t have, you did. But soon you found out that you weren’t the only one. Why didn’t he take their facial features? And besides, he didn’t even need them.

You sat in the corner of a room, the notes spread out before you. There was a drawing, with just him and the trees surrounding him, you liked that one the most as it provided no information whatsoever. The less you knew, the safer you were.

Sometimes you felt as if he did it for his own entertainment. As if he enjoyed it. But you got to know him more and more every time he appeared. Maybe he would have left you if you hadn’t found the notes. At first, he only trailed behind you. The more you found out, the more he treated you as a threat.

Your flash light started to flicker, snapping you out of your thoughts. Did he find you? This hadn’t happened before every time you were so close to being… Whatever it was he did. You knew so little about him, but he treated you as if you knew enough to be a threat. Curiosity killed the cat, after all. The light finally died out after what seemed like hours of flickering. You gathered all the notes and stuffed them in the pockets on your jacket, standing up you leaned on the wall. It would be easier to start running if he did find you, that way.

You hit the flash light, trying to make it work. When it didn’t, you indulged back into your thoughts. It didn’t help to get rid of him(If you CAN get rid of him), but it did calm you down. For a millisecond, the light flickered on, you kept staring at it as if that would make it work. It did. Your lips twitched to a smile, you felt less lonely in the light. Your eyes followed the beam, it led them to a black tie. You were too scared to swipe the smile off of your face. You had frozen.

As your vision started blurring, you came back to your senses. Running as fast as you could, back the same way you’d ended up in that room. When you were finally outside, you turned to the door you’d come out of to see if he was behind you. You sighed in relief seeing that he wasn’t. You walked as silently as could, inspecting every tree for a note, you were in his territory. One of his names was ‘The Tree Man’.

Every time your foot crunched a leaf you looked back. Every single noise startled you. But you knew that it was silence you should fear the most. But you couldn’t bring yourself to. You saw something white on a fat, leaf-less tree. A note. You frowned, you didn’t want to read it, but you had to.

When you reached the tree, you took the piece of paper off. ‘Don’t look… Or he will take you.’ it read. You stared at it, that’s all you had to do? Not look at him? But then you realised. He was right behind you, there was an urge to disobey, to turn around and ‘face your fear’.

You turned, with your eyes closed. Dying to open, to analyse his blank face.

You felt he was gone, that you weren’t able to disobey any more. And so your eyes fluttered open, but there he was.

It was terrifying, yet you couldn’t look away. It was unlike any other face you’d seen.

But as every second passed, it all became less visible, the lines became less distinct.

And then finally, you couldn’t see, feel, touch, taste, or hear anything.

Message Body:
He stalks you at night
He’s thin and tall
Out of your sight
He’s pale and bald

He has no face or eyes to be seen
You’ll be gone in a flash
No one hears you scream

He causes fear, pain, then death
But pay him no mind
Or you’ll die like the rest

He wears a black suit, black tie, black shoes
Pay him no mind
Or it’s you, he’ll choose

Bullets don’t work, as those he’ll deflect
You’d best just run
Or it’s you he’ll dissect

Moving away would be a feasible plan
But he’ll always find you
For he is Slenderman.

Credit To: Calum S.

There it is again! What is that thing?! I can’t take this anymore. It’s like everywhere I go all I see is this horrible, tall, thin and seemingly faceless creature. It’s been haunting my dreams as well ever since I first saw it; all it does is stand there, and watch me. I can’t shake this constant feeling of being watched, it’s like I’m never alone. I hate it. I can’t sleep, I can’t go outside, and I can’t function as a normal person anymore without… It being there.

I done a lot of research on it the last couple of days, Googling what I can best describe it as. All I could remember was it being an impossibly tall, thin man. I say impossibly because no human could be that height and that thin, it’s just not goddamn natural. I tried my best to remember its face, I figured that would help narrow the search, but there wasn’t one. I have no memory of seeing this thing’s face. It was always just a blur. But then, I could never look at it long enough without feeling uneasy. I usually just walked in the other direction or something. Or if it was a dream, or a nightmare at that, I would always wake up before I could get a clear look. Well, the search provided me with something called “The Slenderman”. What the fuck is a Slenderman? This mythical creature is the thing that’s been stalking me? No, it can’t be. I refuse to believe it.

I’ve not left my house in two days. I’ve been held up reading all these Slenderman stories and accounts. Needless to say sleep has eluded me for the duration. Nothing’s going right anymore. I think I’ve angered it by not letting it in my dreams. I keep hearing banging on the windows late at night, and creaking of the floorboards as I’m lying in bed. I know they say houses do that on their own, but this is different. The creaks aren’t that of the house settling, there’s weight behind them. Like soft footsteps. However, every time I go to look there’s nothing there, but when I re-enter my room I always get the sensation I’m being watched.

Tell me, have you ever been sitting in a room by yourself, windows and door closed, when suddenly the door opens for no reason? I think everyone has, but I’m different. I swear it’s not the draft; I’ve had all the windows locked for about a week now. I’m not one to believe in ghosts or anything of the sort, but this just has an eerie feel to it. Whenever the door spontaneously opens, it gets noticeably colder in the room. The second I leave the room however, all the other rooms are back to normal, so it’s not like my thermostat’s on the brink. Any room however, except my own. My room has been getting cold recently, real cold. I’ve resorted to lighting candles all around the room to try and heat up the place. I don’t know what’s happening; I’m starting to lose it.

I went outside for the first time in over a week today. I thought maybe my delusions were coming from being cooped up and spending too much time scaring myself reading about the Slenderman. I went through my day to day life, as best I could and to my surprise, no sightings of that…thing. Everything was going fine, in fact, I was starting to forget about the whole thing. That is, until I was heading home.

I was walking through the woods, trying to take in as much fresh air as possible before I went home, when I stumbled across a piece of paper lying there on the middle of the footpath. I’d normally have just written it off to be some litter left by someone, but it was crisp white. It looked like it had been carefully placed there, no longer than perhaps 20 minutes ago. I picked it up and turned it over.

It was a drawing. A drawing of that thing, the Slenderman. A very crude sketch depicted him with the words “NO NO NO NO NO NO NO” scribbled down the sides of the page. As I tried to decipher the page the clouds quickly darkened, turning to a heavy black. I best get home quick before the rain hits, I thought to myself. Now I’m home, sitting staring at this fucking picture going out of my mind trying to figure out just how it got to where it was, thinking about how new it looked and wondering what sick fuck drew this and left it there for me. I’m just gonna go to bed, I’d be as well to get some sleep.

I swear that picture’s cursed! Slenderman was in my dream again last night. It seemed so real, I was lying in my bed in the dream, and I had woken up and seen him standing there, in the corner of my room. I tried to scream, move, do anything. But I couldn’t. I lay there, frozen in fear wondering what would happen. He just lifted his arm and stretched it a good 10ft to the headboard of my bed and rested his hand (I say hand, but they didn’t feel like hands, more like…tendrils) over my eyes and I went back to sleep. When I woke up there was nothing. What a fucked up dream.

Oh, and d’you know what else has been happening since I brought that picture home? My electronics have been fucking up. My laptop shuts down on its own, even with full battery, my tv randomly turns to static, my phone keeps getting no reception. Along with the opening of doors, the constant sound of footsteps at night. You get the picture. I’m burning it tonight. I’m taking out the back and setting the fucker alight.

No. No no no no no no no. This can’t be happening. I watched that get burned last night. I took that piece of paper outside last night and watched it burn. How can it be back?! What kind of twisted bastard would put a duplicate copy through someone’s mailbox? This really isn’t funny. I can’t even phone for help because my electronics won’t stop acting up and I’m too paranoid to leave the house. I don’t know what to do.

Things are getting too much to cope with now. Day after day more and more of those damn pictures keep coming through, nothing works in the house and I keep thinking I’m seeing him in the house. Whenever I leave the room I think I catch a glimpse of him in my peripheral vision, or in the corner of a mirror I pass by. It’s driving me insane. Has this thing really invaded my home? If so there’s no safety to be had. If it can get me here it can get me anywhere. Doesn’t mean I won’t go down without a fight though.

Okay, I’ve locked my doors and all the windows and took enough food and water from the kitchen to last me about a week. I’m going to hold up in my room for as long as possible. I don’t feel safe outside nor do I feel safe in my own home. This is my last resort. I know he’s got something sinister in store for me, I just know it. Why else would he go to such lengths to scare me to the brink of my sanity? Well, I’ve barricaded myself in my room for now. Nothing’s getting in here without my say so. It’s getting late, I’m going to try and get some shut eye.

Shit. What was that? I swear I heard something move. It must have, because it woke me up. This is no ordinary footstep that I heard at the beginning of all this, oh no, that was a loud and deliberate thud. It must be messing with me. The Slenderman knows I’m here. I would get up out of bed to turn the light on, but there’s no point, he’s been messing with the electrics. I lay here scared out of my mind, staring into total darkness.

I know this sounds crazy, but have you ever seen a darker shade of black that normal? Like, when you’re in a dark room with only a little light and everything casts a shadow, but some shadows seem darker than the others? I swear, even though I’m currently in near blind darkness, that corner is darker than the rest. It’s the same corner that was in my last nightmare! It’s like, the darkness is moving. My night vision is getting better now, I can see in a little more detail.

Oh no. No. No no no no no no. I can see the outline of a man form in that corner. A really tall, thin man. It looks like he’s wearing…a suit. Oh God. It’s…him. He’s here, just like in my dream. I lay here, frozen in fear wondering what’s going to happen. He lifts his arm and stretches it across my room and over to my head. He rests his hands, no, these aren’t hands, these are…tendrils on my forehead. I thought about grabbing his arm and trying to push away, or getting up out of bed and trying to break down the door, but something told me there’s no use. Nothing would help me now. His tendrils grew in length and snaked down my entire body, slowly wrapping themselves around me into some sort of blackened cocoon. Before I could scream the blackness reached my face and covered my mouth. As it enveloped my head the last thing to be covered was my eyes, which were firmly shut the whole time. I decided to open them, one last time. I looked directly up, and he was there. Standing directly over me, looking down. That was the last thing I saw before the darkness claimed me.

Although he has no face, I swear, he seemed to smile.

Credit To: Josh Dean

The tall, human-like figure moved about the thick trees with no struggle at all. It was as if it was floating; it made no noise and the only movement seen was the creature lunging forward. It was graceful, yet terrifying. My eyes grew as I watched it skim over a frozen lake, and back into the trees.

I tried to make out its facial features, but I couldn’t. Perhaps it was the fog, or my lack of concentration; I was just relieved that I hadn’t seen its face, though I tried. I’m sure it was just as horrifying as the tentacle-like bones extruding from the creature’s back. Time stood still and I froze the closer I got to it. Why was I approaching this thing anyways? That I still don’t know. Something about it was inviting though… Something about it made me want to come to it.

My heart was pounding at a fast rate, but my legs were moving faster as I chased the creature. It turned a sharp corner and I turned right behind it, but stopped myself dead in my tracks when I saw that it had stopped itself.

In front of it was a small girl, around 9 years of age. She stared up at it in horror, and I feared for her life as well as mine. I tried to wave her off but to no avail; she seemed captivated by the creature’s appearance the way I had been. She slowly stood up, and as she did I fell back and crawled behind a bush. I couldn’t look away, and all I did was watch.

The creature brought its face closer to hers, and as it did her eyes grew, and she began to shake, covering her ears. She was terrified, and compared to her I had nothing to be afraid of. She was only inches away from the being, and she was now looking at it face-to-face. I’d never seen someone take in something and consider it deeply, and yet have such terror in their eyes. The little girl fell, but as I took a closer look, I could see her small chest filling with air and releasing. She wasn’t dead, but she was unconscious.

I took a closer look at it, and from my observations, I concluded that the being’s gender was male. It took her, and dragged her behind it. He was slowly creeping ahead this time, and I felt the need to follow, so of course I did so with no hesitation. I was at the point that I couldn’t even think.

After several minutes of following, he stopped at a clearing. The trees that surrounded the empty area were draped with ropes and nooses; mutilated bodies and limbs were hanging from them. One body had been hung slowly, I could tell. The fingers of what once looked remotely human had been clawing at its own throat, trying to break free from the noose. What was this? There had to be at least 30 murders committed here!

I looked in terror at my surroundings. Guts hanging out of torn skin, people with gouged out eyes. I began to panic, and soon I felt tears streaming down my face. Then, I turned my attention to the girl… The poor girl had been gutted in the short amount of time it took for me to realize where we were at.
Her eyes were gone, and her limbs had been cut off, but the creature was gripping the stubs to slow the bleeding. I only cried harder when I saw her working yet displaced lungs, and her beating heart. Everything was still working because nothing had been removed fully. She was still alive.

That’s when, with one movement, the creature ripped her heart away from what was keeping it beating. I gagged and almost vomited, but stopped myself. I couldn’t let this happen to me, not like all those other people had. I couldn’t let myself be heard, but my body was frozen, so I couldn’t turn around and run away. He then hung what was left of her body up from a rope. The surrounded trees had died, I’d noticed.

He stopped all movement while hanging the child’s left arm up… He knew of my presence, and he quickly turned around and faced me. Terror took over and I tried to let out a scream for help, but I couldn’t. I knew this is what death himself looked like. I saw nothing. He was faceless. He had no face and yet he was the most terrifying thing I’d ever laid eyes on.

Right as he turned I heard a faint shrieking noise, a very loud, ear-piercing buzzing, the kind you hear from a TV that’s lost service and shows nothing but static, and in hearing this, I saw what seemed to look like static as well. Everything around me began to spin and blur into nothing but black, though before it did, the creature revealed to me that he did have a mouth. And how he did this still pains me to think about, how he showed no pain, but instead a murderous grin. The pale skin that should have been a face slowly stretched until it ripped open in the form of a mouth. Parts of skin were still intact, and the skin on the corners of this newfound “mouth” ripped upwards to form a contorted smile. I knew I was seeing what that girl had seen, and I knew I was hearing what she’d heard as well. I was now unconscious, and I knew for sure I wouldn’t wake up.

What happens next shocked me. I didn’t know why he didn’t kill me, and I didn’t know why he’d taken me to a different part of the woods before I had a chance to wake. But for whatever reason, he spared me. And I know why, now, because I’ve read about it.

This creature was “The Slenderman,” and now that I’ve read more about him, I know now that his normal prey is children, and that alone is the only reason why he didn’t waste his time on me. Even though he’d had the perfect opportunity to kill me, he didn’t because I wasn’t a child. Maybe he simply gets a sick joy from murdering innocents, but I don’t want to know, and you shouldn’t want to either. I’d like this to be the last time I ever talk about it, though it is the only time.

Please be cautious, and for whatever reason you may go into the woods, don’t. If you decide to and you spot The Slenderman, look away right as you do, and don’t look any longer, or the same will happen to you. And trust me, once you see him, he will reveal himself to you a lot more than once. He still to this day follows me. Please don’t let the same to happen to you.

Credit To: The Admin-Boss

I think I can remember how it started; faintly, but I can. When I was surfing the web looking for some creepy, interesting lore; when I found a really fascinating volume consisting of the being titled “Slenderman.” I loved the idea. I loved everything about it. I soon became obsessed. I am an avid – I guess you could say – artist. I draw- well used to draw a lot. Every one of my drawings contained Slenderman. Even the doodles on my schoolwork depicted the tendril-covered suit wearing man-thing. I began making my own interpretations of him. My own version. MY Slenderman. He was about eight feet tall- his arms stretched down to his knees. He had no face; just a shape-a mass. Almost as if someone covered their head with a tight cloth or spandex. Anyways, it was like he was my own creation. Another version of myself. It was so cool..

Or so I thought.

My best friend was also into Slenderman. Because of me, of course. I just couldn’t help but share my interests. I’m not at liberty to share his name, so we’ll just call him Matt. We were also into film making. Naturally, we thought Slenderman would be a superb topic. We spent the entire summer working on this film. We called it “Suit.” I played my beloved creation, as I owned a tuxedo, and I also had a tuxedo Morph Suit, perfect for the fac- mass.

We were ecstatic and relieved when we finally finished. A month of script developing and 2 months of filming paid off. It was great. Everyone we showed it to loved it.

Unfortunately, this made me even more obsessed with my suit-bearing counterpart.

Months later, I was reviewing our movie because I wanted to make a sequel, and I was finding the main highlights of the film, so I could continue them in the sequel. It was late, and I had to constantly rub the tired out of my eyes. I was looking at the part where I’m standing in a forest, looking up into the sky, about to jolt my head down to the camera. That’s about when I noticed him. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I peered at my monitor screen and wiped it off to make sure it wasn’t just a trick of the light or something like that.

But it wasn’t.

It was him. Slenderman. As the camera is pointed at me, you can faintly see him walk -very fast, mind you- about 20 yards behind me. Faintly…but he’s there.

I was freaked out. That’s about when I dropped the obsession and got rid of anything that reminded me of him. I forgot about him. I was living normally.

For the time being…which was a little over 2 weeks.

I started noticing things. Every picture I took; on my phone, camera, or any other person’s camera; I saw him. In a crowd, behind a building, in an ally way; anywhere. That wasn’t the scary part. In each picture, respective to time, he’d be closer to me. For example; the firs picture I noticed him in, he was about 50-60 feet away. A month later, he’d be about 20.

And then I’d see him in person.

He’d follow me…he’d show up where I was going-before I got there. As if he knew what I was thinking.

All the time.

I’d have dreams about him. In one, I was in the same patch of woods as in the movie I made. I was dressed as him, and I was walking through the woods to get home. But I could hear him behind me. Footsteps; and then the darkness cast over everything as he approached. Then he got me; and I’d wake up. I forgot about it until the next night, when I remembered it and hoped I didn’t have it again. I wrote it down in a Dream Journal so I would remember it. I was writing every detail; until sleep overcame me. And I had it again. But this time he, he talked to me. I couldn’t make out what he said though. And then; I woke up.

I was so happy it was a dream.

But it wasn’t. I turned over to write it in my Journal. To my horror, the dream I had previously written down was circled and crossed out with 2 lines, like an “X”. Underneath it, it said the following:

I am what you are
I am what you aren’t
I am what you hate
I am what you love

I’m always near
I’m always below
I’m always here
I’m always above

But don’t run away,
For I will pursue;
I’M the man in the suit…

Coming to get you.

After I read this, I was petrified. I just stayed in my room. I didn’t move, eat, sleep, or anything. And then he came. I told him I wasn’t afraid because I knew him. I created what he was, and I could defeat him.

Turns out, he was his own being now. He didn’t need me. He wouldn’t speak, he would only…well, its hard to explain. He would lash his arm at the wall, and words would appear. One word, actually. “Imposter.” Again and again and again and again…Imposter..Imposter…

The next thing I remember is him grabbing my head and opening his mouth. It was more like a black hole; a void in his white mass of a face. And then-

Quiet. I was on the floor; but I wasn’t me. I was him now. I finally realized what he meant. I wanted to be Slenderman, so he made sure that happened. I created him, and he took over.

That was when MY life ended-for ME, at least.

But I don’t mind this new life. I’ve gotten used to taking people. Its a sport, almost. You see me in your mirrors, pictures, and then in front of you-or behind you…

So, a word to the wise-

Don’t turn around.

Upon the cloudy night he did come,
The Slender-Man hunts for his prey.
Alone, a walker roams the forest he does,
and within seconds, gone they are away.

The detectives they hunt for clues of the events
of what did partake that night.
Though nothing could be found at the scene of the crime,
there had been nothing left in clear sight.

So lo’, a thinker believes he knows
what did happen that fateful night.
He explains “It was the Slender-Man!
and to kill it, on him you must shine a light!”

So a brave soul he was, he went for a walk,
in the same forest before the set of the sun.
And what he saw there in the grueling shadows
made him turn around and run.

For deep in the dark, the Slender-Man feeds
on the poor people that his takes.
Blood and gore drops to the ground
as the muscles and bones they break.

The man runs from end to end,
though unfortunately, it seems he is lost.
He will be the next meal of Slender-Man
as he crumbles down in exhaust.

He awakes the next morning to the sound of birds
as it seems he has survived till now.
But Slender-Man, he never sleeps
and nobody knows quite how.

Away walks the man, in search of an exit,
though none he finds that day.
For Slender-Man had other plans for him,
so dost’, he took him away.

Do not fret the Slender-Man
as he hunts for certain prey.
Though if you believe his existence is fake,
chances are you will not again see the light of day.

Credit To: Mike

After waking up with a jolt, the girl laid in bed a few seconds longer. Reaching over to switch on her bedside lamp, she tried to remember exactly what had stolen her sweet slumber away. When she couldn’t, the brunette swung her legs over the side of the bed and heaved herself up. Checking the time on her phone, she snorted when she saw it was midnight- the witching hour. Knowing that sleep would only evade her, she left her bedroom for the kitchen, a good cup of coffee on her mind.

As she passed by her front door, a chill spread like liquid fire down her spine. It’s only winter, she told herself, focusing again on the coffee plan. Measuring out scoops, water, and preparing her cup kept her occupied, but as the dark liquid boiled, she had nothing left to keep her mind from wandering off. The chill returned and she couldn’t help but glance behind her to the front door. It stood there innocently enough, just like always. The dead bolt was still in place and she could see nothing amiss with it. Turning back to her coffee, she did her best to forget about the feeling.

With her cup in hand, she started back towards her bedroom. As she walked by the front door, she decided that a quick glance out of the peep hole would help calm her restless mind. The chill worsened with each step she took towards the door and further away from the safety and warmth of her blankets. She pressed her empty hand against the cold, metal door and took a deep breath before leading her eye to the peep hole.

At first, she could only see an inky blackness and somehow seemed to swirl in itself. When she blinked in surprise, the void melted away. She wished it hadn’t. In it’s place, there stood what she could only guess was once a man. The limbs were long and inhumanly awkward, with bulky joints branching off into several arms, not unlike the branches of a tree. The creature was drapped in a black suit, somehow manking the thing more nightmarish to her. The icing on the proverbial cake, however, was what passed as the hellish thing’s face. It was as though her mind blurred the ghastly visage to spare itself further shock and horror.

She shoved herself away from the door with the hand still pressed against it. The scalding mug of coffee fell, the liquid burning her bare legs as she fell backwards and tried to crawl away from the door. She knew, somehow, that her mind hadn’t been playing tricks on her. As she crab walked away from the door, she watched as tendrels as black as the void she first saw snake around through the cracks. The girl was trapped between the instinct to flee and the gut feeling to not turn her back on the door. When the door jolted, the urge to flee overcame her and she slipped in the burning liquid as she tried to make it back to her room.

She knew deep down that she was trapping herself in a corner, but she had to get away from the door. The girl was halfway down the hallway when she heard the previously locked door creak open. She screamed and slipped into a wall, cracking her chin on it and stunning her.

After that, there was only blackness.

–

“Nicole?” a warm, male voice snapped the woman out of her trance. As she turned around, she was met by one of her sister’s doctor’s. She nodded, not sure if she should say anything, or even if she could find her voice if she did have something to say. That morning, she had gotten an urgent phone call from the hospital, saying that her sister, Lindsay, was there. Before they had even let her see her, the doctor’s had pulled her off to the side and insisted that they talk to her about what might have happened. Phrases like ‘self-inflected’ and ‘assault’ had been thrown around and Nicole felt her mind reel.

She still hadn’t fully understood what they had been saying until she saw Lindsay with her own eyes. Her little sister had a bandage wrapped around her head, covering both of her ears as well as her eyes. They said it was to keep her now deadened eyes from drying out and to try to keep infection out of the wounds Lindsay had made to her ears. The doctors had guessed that either she or someone else had jammed a pencil into them to keep her off balance or to deafen herself against something. There was the mix of first and second degree burns on her hands, legs, and feet, from what was assumed to be the coffee her neighbors found slipped all over the entry to her apartment.

As Nicole walked into her sister’s hospital room the first time, she thought she had spied the silhouette of a man in the window. That, she knew, was impossible. Her sister’s room was on the third story of the hospital.