Nightmares CAN Come True

I was walking home, in the dark, alone. Well, so I thought. He was tall and mysterious. He had no hair, and had what looked like a cloak. His attention, stuck on me. He could have been four miles away, but at his height and size, he could have been four inches away. He stepped closer, into the street light. If he raised a hand, he could have touched the lamp. He starts whispering, his white face doesn't flinch or grimace in any way. "Today is the day," is all he says. It sounded as if it was only in my head. As I look closer I notice that his "cloak" is a suit, and that his slim body and four arms gave him the feature of a tall Sasquatch. We just stand there, for God knows how long. But, it wasn't long enough for him to be standing infront of me. In seconds, he was hovering over my me. And his echoing whisper is in my head again, "today is the day," he repeats, "to waste you away." And I thought. Slender Man, is real, very, very, real.......

A few days ago

"Shut up!" She demanded. I guess high school teachers have very high standards. It's my first day, and I'm a freshman in high school and they think I should already know this? I mean, yeah, she told me to be quiet a few times! But I just moved here from Florida, and I'm still trying to grasp things. But I decided to listen this one time. But it wasn't because she wouldn't stop eyeing me with her cold, icy stare, but because, like I said, it's my first day! I don't want to get EVERY teacher starting their own hit list, with me as #1.

The class was in the middle of taking a test. I would have been too, but the teacher asked if I wanted to take it, and see how good I'd do. Why the hell would I WANT to take a test on my first day of school? The school year is halfway over, which means this is obviously something new.

I desperately looked at the clock, wondering when this wretched class would end. 12:37. At least 20 more minutes. I lowered my head towards the desk, my hand playing with my shiny, gold hair. My boredom growing more and more intense in every second that goes by.

"Ms. Jones?" A student in my class walks up to our teacher.

"Yes, dear?" She replies. "What can I help you with?"

"Well, on the test, question number 23," Ms. Jones flips through a blank test, possibly to find the question. "This isn't something we've learned yet."

"Oh I'm afraid you're right. Okay, class?" The students look up as if they didn't already hear their conversation. "You don't have to do number 23 on the test, it'll be a bonus question." And the class is full of silence, once more.

I look up at the clock. Only 5 minutes has passed. I got up and walked over to the teacher's desk. "Can I use the bathroom?"

"Well, I'm sure you can!" She says looking down. I stand there waiting for a hall pass. She looks up. She's pretty, and young. I wouldn't understand why she's not married if she wasn't such a snot nose. I thought why won't she give me the hall pass.

"Oh, may I use the bathroom?" I asked.

"Oh, of course! Here you go, dear." She handed me the hall pass, and I bolt out the door.

After I step out, I casually walk with complete swagger. I walk down pass the gym to get to the lower levels. But I stop, there's music, and cheers and clapping. The cheerleaders. Forget chillin' in the rotted old Jons, I've got a bunch of teen girls jumping and running around in short, blue skirts!

I walk in like no big deal. No one sees. And, I was right, there were at least 9 cheerleaders, all of them to be gorgeous. I lean against the far wall, one leg up on the wall, and my hands in my pockets.

"You girls think I could join?" I question with a smirk. They all stop, and stare at me, like I'm a dog rolling around in my own crap.

"Why are you here? This is where the cheerleader train?" She must have been the captain, not because she was the only one to speak up, but because the others were too busy drooling.