Her first encounter with Slenderman. . .
A couple weeks ago my friend Audrey told me about a Mytho, it has something to do with one called "Slenderman" a tall, faceless creature who wears a black suit and has tentacles every once in a while. According to legends he lurks out Mystic Forest, that isn't far from me so I can check it out.
I double checked my pocket for extra batteries, got it. My flash light works fine and I have a knife clipped to my jeans in it's case. I grabbed my keys and headed out to my Kia Rio once it was dark enough to leave. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It's my guy best friend, Adam.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Are you busy tonight? I want to hang out." He asked.
"Um, no I am actually going out and I really want to be alone." I replied.
"Oh... Okay I guess." Adam sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry. I would love to hang out but I- I really just... Need time alone." I explained.
"Its fine, this isn't the first time you turned me down." He is playing the guilt card now.
"Hmm, sounds familiar. You have turned me down before, too. So don't play the guilt card, that really fucking pisses me off, Adam." I said while driving off.
"I am not playing the guilt card, you just turn me down all the time and I am supposed to be your guy best friend? Ha!!! Fucking hilarious, Krystal." He snapped.
"Like I said before, I'm sorry. I just really want to be alone. Is that so hard for you to understand?" I asked.
"No, but whatever. I have to go anyway, before I say something I will regret." Adam sighed. I bit my lower lip and hung up. I kept driving along, in anger until I got to Mystic Forest. Then, the atmosphere changed into sudden fear. I got out of my car and locked it. Of course I reassured that I have everything I need with me, even my phone. But I decided to put that on silent. I flipped on my flashlight and started walking. I came up to an old gate, it was already open. I went through it and started walking into the forest. The twigs and leaves crunced beneath my feet. Good thing I have black army-like boots on. And jeans with a hoodie, its a little cold.
I approached a huge tree and searched it. I found a note.
"CANT RUN" were its words. I peeled it off the tree and shoved it into my pocket. All of a sudden, an eerie type of music started in. It almost sounded like a low beat drum *boom boom boom boom*. I shrugged it off and kept walking. Is it me, or the woods got slightly darker? I checked my flashlight, it is still brighter than ever. Eh, whatever. I felt a cool breeze pick up and a paper sounded as if it was stuck to something. I looked around and seen a truck. I decided to check around it. I found a note on the back it.
"ALWAYS WATCHES NO EYES" I read aloud. I picked it off the truck and shoved it into my pocket with note number 1. The music or whatever it is, remained the same. I wandered the forest aimlessly. I didn't really know where to go. I heard a loud noise and gasped. I flickered my flashlight to the side of me, I seen a figure. Tall, faceless and wearing a suit. Slenderman! I ran off and through a tunnel. I grabbed the note on the side
"FOLLOWS" with a bunch of drawings on it. The music changed once I hit note 3. I could feel my heartbeat accelerate. I had a knot twisting in my gut right now.
Once I was far enough, I slowed my running to walking again. That loud noise appeard again and Slenderman appeared right in front of me. I withdrew my knife and held it up to him. One of his black tentacles grabbed my wrist, another one grabbed my knife from my grip. I struggled but I felt the knife stab into my upper leg. I screamed and struggled tried to free myself again. His tentacle wrapped around my wrist even tighter, numbing my arm until it hurt.
"Ow!!!!!! You motherfucker!!!!" I screamed loudly. I felt my body raise up to him, my wrist felt like it was being pulled from the bone. He teleported somewhere unknown, it was dark and cold. I looked over and noticed a jail cell. He threw me in that cell and shut the gate. My arms scraped across the hard gravel and I immediately had marks. I layed there and looked at my leg. I slowly pulled the knife out. I found an old rag in here and grabbed it. I held it to my bleeding stab... I layed there and cried. . .
To Be Continued. . .