Slender Man Chronicles

He only exists because you think of him
Try not to think of him


Published by Rev. L. under on 1:47 PM
He's waiting out there right now. It's just past dark and I can see him. A vague outline of shadow on the edge of the corona of light from the streetlamp across the road. I don't know how he got there. I was watching the street the whole time and as the sun sank low and the streetlight flickered to life, suddenly his presence was there.

When I saw it, my breath caught in my throat. How is that possible? How is he just suddenly there? Of course, the truth is that I can't really see him, even now, but I can feel him out there. A sort of air of menacing hunger.

The shadow shifts slightly and I know that he sees me. That he's looking right at me. I stifle a scream and yank my curtains closed.

I don't know what to do.

I stand there, heart pounding in my ears for almost ten minutes and when something slams into the front door to my left like a battering ram, the noise is so sudden that I simply pass out.

-- Posted From Somewhere in Time and Space


Anonymous said... @ July 11, 2010 at 3:36 AM



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