Slender Man Chronicles

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

Out Here on the Perimeter

Published by Rev. L. under on 12:17 AM
Drifting. In and out. Room lit by the spectral glow of modern electronics. The shape of my wife a comforting weight beside me. I don't understand how she sleeps so peacefully, unafraid, but there she is. Breath even and measured, still in the dark.

I roll over onto my side, seeking that perfect spot that will allow me to finally fade out for the night. We have been out of town, up north, and I find only misery in the hated humidity I have had to return to. My eyelids slide down again and that's when I hear it. A furtive sliding sound from the direction of my closet. In the time I've been away I have once again grown accustomed to sleeping without a light on. My father's house, where we had been visiting, held no threat, safety even in the dark. Now... that sound.

In the split second that I hear it, my eyes snap back open. I am in no mood to deal with this tonight. Hot. Tired. I have felt nauseous most of the day, on the verge of vomiting and instead of lying in terror, as I would normally, I simply fling myself out of the bed. I feel him there, in the dark, but I don't care. Not tonight. I'm too tired, too sick, too depressed even over missing my family and the city I have, over the years, grown to love.

My wife is safe from harm. I don't know how I know that, but I do. It is only me he torments in this house, only my darkness he haunts, stepping through the spaces between my thoughts. I nearly trip on the fan cord, cursing, moving as quickly as I can to avoid not only hands which may grasp suddenly from the lightless corners of the room, but also waking The Wife.

Downstairs a light is on as it always is. The door behind me vibrates slightly in its frame, a faint scratching sound emanates roomside. Light or heavy, there would be no evidence of it in the morning. There never is. I grab a Dr. Pepper from the fridge, seeking solace in caffeine. The back door next to me thuds as if hit hard, the blinds bouncing, the glass rattling. This elicits a sharp scream which I cover quickly. I begin to suspect it is my terror he desires, and he has it now, but also my anger.

I turn, face the door, slam the fridge hard enough to dislodge items from the door inside. Breathing heavy, throat pinched closed with copper madness and I rage.










The door slams in its frame again as I drop the can of Dr. Pepper and reach, one hand for the knob, one for the deadbolt. I twist, I turn, I pull. The door flies open, as though pushed from the other side, barely missing my foot which surely would have been broken.

Framed in the doorway is only darkness. My back patio. The gate in the small fence closed. The cicadas drone on in the wooded dark. No stars shine, no moon can be seen, but nothing moves. The only sound the normal insectile buzz I have lived with so long I hardly hear it anymore.

"Fuck you," I say into the darkness and slam closed the door. The Wife, miraculously, has not awakened. The rest of the night passes without incident.

It is only in the morning when I check the weather that I realize the sky had been cloudless, clear, and should have been full of glittering stars.


sugar_glider_101 said... @ July 30, 2010 at 8:16 PM

You know, if this isn't true, I wouldn't be able to know. If it's not real, it's believeable. It's not to farfetched, and the sene is perfect and relatable. Nice job, or nice story^^.

micah said... @ October 13, 2010 at 5:15 PM

please, if anyone is reading this, i need help!!! im barricaded in my god damn room with my iphone and its charger. the windows are boarded up and the door is barricaded with my dresser and a chair, and something is trying to BEAT MY FUCKIN DOOR DOWN!!! please somone, i help me!!

zipzap45 said... @ January 22, 2011 at 3:33 PM

i need some help ive been reading this and ive had various experineces throughout the years. including things walking up and around my room whilst me facing the wall shit scared. feel like im being watched also i sometimes get the glimps of shadows in the corner of my eye and think i see things which really scare me. im only 18 and uber scared any advice?

Joe Rule said... @ January 23, 2011 at 5:20 PM

zipzap45 - My family and I have experienced phenomena like you are describing. It is demonic activity. Stand up to them and they will leave. Take comfort in the fact that Jesus has already beaten them. They FEAR him and all who follow him. So, turn your thoughts to Jesus, pray for his guidance and don't put up with any more of their bullshit. God doesn't give us a spirit of fear. We don't have to be scared. I'm praying for you.

zipzap45 said... @ January 31, 2011 at 12:02 PM

-Joe Rule but generally when you start interfering with them they go ape shit dont they (if they are daemons that is) could be a ghost or something of that supernatural nature maybe? -zip

Joe Rule said... @ January 31, 2011 at 8:11 PM

Yes, they do tend to go ape shit when you start fighting back. KEEP FIGHTING. As I said before, they fear Jesus. In fact they can't stand him, but that doesn't mean they will leave without putting up a fight. Would you like to admit that you've been beaten?

My belief is that ghosts are demons that choose to take the form of dead people. (a very good way to scare people, no?)
Praying for you always.

Rev. L. Don Campbell, II, KSC said... @ February 1, 2011 at 1:17 AM

I've found that the more thought you lend to them, the more power they have. It began as a general statement "he only exists because you think of him" but over time... it's proven more than true. On the nights I can get drunk enough, chemically altered enough, that I can step outside of my fear, I sleep just fine. It's a curious truth. It's not necessarily about being drunk or high though. It's just about forgetting to be afraid.

On the nights I forget to be afraid, I hear nothing, I see nothing. It's an interesting occurrence, I suppose. The implications are fascinating either way.

shane said... @ April 1, 2011 at 2:15 PM

joe rule its true ghosts are demons fight them if you dont times will just get worse the demons are afraid of jesus they know who he is and try to hide but tremble at his voice trust in god fear him for with his help you can overcome anything

Killahfolife said... @ July 26, 2012 at 5:51 PM

Joe my father used to live in an old house in georgia practically right on top of where a small civil war skirmish took place and a few men were killed, well one night i was playing around with my new phone at around 1am and i was taking pictures of my room while i was laying in bed trying to figure out how to turn the flash off... well as im going throught the pictures to delete them I come across a very strange very... scary photo of a man in an old blue uniform in kind of an at ease stance with his hands behind his back... he had no face and i instantly felt a presence after i recognized the photo and the room slowly started getting colder and my lamp was getting dimmer and i prayed... i prayed to god and jesus to protect me and instantly it felt as if the presence vanished and the room warmed up and the lamp brightened up again and i fell asleep perfectly calm

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