It was around eleven that night. The night I first encountered my biggest fear. In the forest, I had realized eight pages were missing from my book. They were all about one particular myth. A myth that has people fearing every day of their lives, mostly kids.
The first night I encountered the Slender Man.
He was the biggest grave encounter ever to be imagined. He doesn't have a face, but he can breath, see, and smell your fear. I snuck out of my home and went to the forest where the pages were supposed to be. The reason the forest had the pages was because after my class, I forgot my notebook, and when I found it, a note was written in seprate pages where my eight pages about Slendy was supposed to be. The note said, 'The Forest, the forest. It is his home, his life. When people walk in, they never walk out."
And that is when I knew that the fenced forest outside of town was where I needed to go.
So that night, flashlight in hand, I walked out of my house saying that I was going on a date. Of course I lied. I didn't have any weapons with me because if I tried to fend him off, I would be the body found the next morning, intestines spread across the ground, and head on a wooden totem.
When I got to the forest, I climbed the fence, turned on my flashlight and began to walk. There were little locations that were out of place. A public bathroom, a different tree, another small bathroom, two vehicles, a vehicle, a tunnel, and a silo. I was scared.
Now this is when I saw him behind a tree. My eyes blurred up and I felt dizzy.
Anyway, I had four pages. I was walking towards the tunnel and I saw the next page. I looked at it, began to get a grip of it, and I heard a faint whisper. I looked around and saw the Slender Man, looking at me, even though he had no eyes. I ripped the paper off the tunnel, ran, and didn't look back. I felt like I was seconds away from tripping from being dizzy. I was about to fall when a person picked me up. He had the other three pages. I had five and and he had three.
The person was my father. Before blacking out I remember him yelling to me, "What are you doing! I knew you were sneaking out to do something! He can kill you!"
The man wasn't my father. He wasn't anyone I knew.
Well I technically knew the person.
The person talking about the Slender Man was the Slender Man himself.