The Slenderman
S
BY EMILY CHANEY
he was still in her room. The window was opened and it was an exceptionally cool
night. Her skin was very pale and the tears that she shed began to freeze on her face. Her maroon dress blended into the shadows of her black room. Fear was in the air. She could feel him
watching from behind a bush outside. The girl had just gotten lost in the woods and luckily
made her way back home. Every door and window in the house was locked shut except for
one; she knew that it couldn’t stop him from getting her.
The girl was rocking back and forth, praying, but God was not with her. She started to
have flash backs of running in the woods; his long skeletal figure chasing after her, he seemed
to be wearing a suit and had an abundance of arms, at least 6 from when she saw him. The
shock of fear almost took her away, but the feeling had disappeared as his body faded in the
distance.
Now he was back and she knew she was going to die. The evil soul of the Slenderman
was upon her now. There seemed to be a creaking on the wood floor downstairs, followed by
strong winds coming through the window. The stairs sounded like someone was walking up
them—very slowly, and teasingly. Picture frames began to fall from the walls and shatter and
then the door opened slowly. She peered out of it and to her surprise no one was there.
Maybe he went away, she thought. She hoped that suddenly his conscience must have
kicked in and he decided not to kill her. As she stood by the opened door and examined the
steps for a figure. No one was there. Just as she sat down in relief in the dark corner he came
in through her window. Each arm was grabbing for her. She went to let out a scream, but no
sound came out. The Slenderman grabbed ahold of her and she began to cry. Once she was out
of the window one of his arms let go, he could barely hold her. She started falling; she waited
to strike the ground, but never did. She was endlessly falling.
Just as the ground seemed to be approaching she woke up. “It was all just a dream,” she
said in relief. However, it was still very dark outside, too dark to be morning. She glanced at
her watch and it said three-o’clock. Quickly pulling the covers off of her body, she noticed
that she was wearing muddy boots. She did not dream of being in the forest and she did not
dream of the Slenderman. The creaking began from downstairs, once again. There she sad on
her bed and waited for him to come. She sat and she waited to die.
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