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I hear him slither down the hall.
He is here to get me.
I pinned myself to the wall, scared the breathe. It is all dark because I was getting ready for bed, until I had the nightmare that suddenly became real.
The Slenderman.
Just thinking his name make my muscles lock with fear.
I've dreamed of The Grudge coming to get me.
Zombies coming to get me.
The Slenderman.
I dreamed of them all, but only one came to find me.
Why me?, I ask myself over and over again.
Why me? Why me? Why me?
I exhale slowly and quietly, to make sure that I can barely hear myself.
I inhale.
He knows where I am.
But how?
He is not real I keep saying to myself. He is not real.
But he is.
He is very real.
And deadly.
I heard one of the kids from school disappeared, could it be him?
Did he do it?
The Slenderman.
Why me? Why me? Why me?
I strain my ears to hear what he is doing now.
My brother, I think.
My brother. My brother. My brother.
I want to scream and cry and run to try and save him.
But I know he is dead.
The Slenderman is keeping me for last.
Because I am the one he picked.
My little baby brother was just a starter.
I'm next.
This is too much, I think, still scared stiff.
How will Mom and Dad react when they come home, finding blood everywhere, both my brother and I missing?
Will he be waiting for them too?
After he kills me?
I scan the room for a place to hide, but I can't.
It's too dark.
He'll find me, I thought.
He'll find me.
I exhale slowly, too loudly, once I realize I freeze, eyes wide, seeing nothing but black.
I fight hard to keep myself from hyperventilating.
It would give me away.
But he knows I'm here.
The Slenderman.
I hear crunching.
My brother.
My dead brother.
I want to cry, and sob very loudly, but I don't dare.
I drop quietly onto my hands and knees, and crawl quietly up the window, the windowsill was big enough that I could sit there with the curtains hiding me.
I climb onto the window sill, and crouch there, pulling the curtains over me, so I'm out of sight.
I realize it doesn't matter if your out of sight.
He doesn't have eyes, he doesn't have a face.
He can't see.
He can feel me.
He can smell me.
He can hear me.
I inhale and hear the door creak open.
With my eyes wide I freeze, not breathing, not blinking, and wishing my heart would stop beating.
I hear him go around my bedroom.
He stops right in front of the window.
He draws the curtains slowly across, his pale skin coming into view.
I look up, terrified at the dark, creature looming above me.
The Slenderman.
He is here to get me.
I pinned myself to the wall, scared the breathe. It is all dark because I was getting ready for bed, until I had the nightmare that suddenly became real.
The Slenderman.
Just thinking his name make my muscles lock with fear.
I've dreamed of The Grudge coming to get me.
Zombies coming to get me.
The Slenderman.
I dreamed of them all, but only one came to find me.
Why me?, I ask myself over and over again.
Why me? Why me? Why me?
I exhale slowly and quietly, to make sure that I can barely hear myself.
I inhale.
He knows where I am.
But how?
He is not real I keep saying to myself. He is not real.
But he is.
He is very real.
And deadly.
I heard one of the kids from school disappeared, could it be him?
Did he do it?
The Slenderman.
Why me? Why me? Why me?
I strain my ears to hear what he is doing now.
My brother, I think.
My brother. My brother. My brother.
I want to scream and cry and run to try and save him.
But I know he is dead.
The Slenderman is keeping me for last.
Because I am the one he picked.
My little baby brother was just a starter.
I'm next.
This is too much, I think, still scared stiff.
How will Mom and Dad react when they come home, finding blood everywhere, both my brother and I missing?
Will he be waiting for them too?
After he kills me?
I scan the room for a place to hide, but I can't.
It's too dark.
He'll find me, I thought.
He'll find me.
I exhale slowly, too loudly, once I realize I freeze, eyes wide, seeing nothing but black.
I fight hard to keep myself from hyperventilating.
It would give me away.
But he knows I'm here.
The Slenderman.
I hear crunching.
My brother.
My dead brother.
I want to cry, and sob very loudly, but I don't dare.
I drop quietly onto my hands and knees, and crawl quietly up the window, the windowsill was big enough that I could sit there with the curtains hiding me.
I climb onto the window sill, and crouch there, pulling the curtains over me, so I'm out of sight.
I realize it doesn't matter if your out of sight.
He doesn't have eyes, he doesn't have a face.
He can't see.
He can feel me.
He can smell me.
He can hear me.
I inhale and hear the door creak open.
With my eyes wide I freeze, not breathing, not blinking, and wishing my heart would stop beating.
I hear him go around my bedroom.
He stops right in front of the window.
He draws the curtains slowly across, his pale skin coming into view.
I look up, terrified at the dark, creature looming above me.
The Slenderman.
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I really did have this dream, so I decided to make it real.
It is true.
Nightmares give me inspiration.
Sometimes they scare me to death, other times they are pleasant, but all in all, I love them.
And The Slenderman shows up allot.
Allot.
I hope you like this piece that scared me to death while I was dreaming it last night.
I think I did pretty well, right?
It is true.
Nightmares give me inspiration.
Sometimes they scare me to death, other times they are pleasant, but all in all, I love them.
And The Slenderman shows up allot.
Allot.
I hope you like this piece that scared me to death while I was dreaming it last night.
I think I did pretty well, right?
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is it weird i see hi in my dreams as a buddy O3o usually im at the scp foundation in the same cel as him as a scp O_O im weird