The Slenderman

Planning

I woke up in a room, different than my own. I looked around confused, wondering where I was. Then I remembered, I'm at Dean's house... How could I forget? I pulled the blankets off of me and stood up to stretch. I grabbed my hair brush and started to slowly brush my messy hair. Then I heard a knock on my door.

"Yo, can I come in? It's Dean."

"Sure..." I stood up, unlocked the door, and then sat down on my bed continuing to brush my hair. I felt the bed sink down a bit as he sat next to me. I looked over to him and he leaned back staring at the ceiling. I smiled a bit then looked back that the wall on the far side of my room.

"Are you going to school tomorrow?" Dean asked making me jump. "Sorry, bout that," He giggled. I playfully punched his arm and continued brushing my hair.

"No, I'll go back next week. This week, I want the funeral for my aunt and uncle. Besides, I'd probably be made fun of..." I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked to my side to see Dean smiling at me. I smiled back weakly.

"So, who's this Carter? Since when do you let boys in your room?" My eyes widened as Damien appeared in front of me. Damien laughed and disappeared, then reappeared leaning against the wall on the far side of the room. Dean jumped off the bed and in front of me.

"Dean. Either sit or leave. You have no business with this man," I stood up and put my hand on his shoulder.        

"But!" I shook my head.

"Please sit. Nothing's going to happen." Dean sat down. I looked to Damien, "What do you want?!" I spoke stern and serious. I looked calm but on the inside I had been freaking out. Damien walked to me and pushed my chin up to make my eyes meet his. I pulled me face away and looked at him. He chuckled. "What's so funny?" I asked trying to hide the fear in my voice.

"You're terrified," He chuckled again. My eyes widened. "I can read your feelings Carter. There's no use in trying to hide them." I took a deep breath.

"Please leave Damien, I have to prepare for a funeral," I spoke soft.

"Fine but, I will be back once it's over to get you," He chucked and disappeared.

"Dean, I'm going to go talk to your mother. I'll be back..." I left the room and went down to the living room where his mom was on the computer.

"Good morning sweetie," She said without looking up from her computer, "I'm working on some arrangements for your aunt and uncle. I have also found their will. Come, sit next to me." She patted the empty seat. I sat down and looked to her. We talked about the funeral and some arrangements. Soon after she got a phone call from a lawyer. "Hello?... Yes, she is sitting next to me... Um, let me ask her," She took the phone away from her face and covered the mic. "She was wondering when you'd like her to come and talk about the will your aunt and uncle left."

"How about tomorrow, around 2 or 3?" She nodded and started talking to the lawyer. I looked around the living room remembering the first time I was there. My memory flooded my mind. I leaned back and drifted off to sleep. Soon, my memory became my dream.

 "So, can you come over Carter?" Dean spoke. I nodded. It was 5 years ago, when we were around 11 or so years old. His house seemed so much bigger then. We entered his house and his mom was fighting with his dad. Dean grabbed my and we went up to his room. He laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. While I sat on the stool next to his electric piano. I turned it on and started playing Broken Wings.

Soon I woke up to someone shaking me. "Wake up sweetie. We're gonna look for coffins and headstones." It was Dean's mother. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"Okay, let me go get dressed." I got up and went to 'my' room and changed. It's going to be a long day...