Falling In Love With Slender Man

Sage's Dream

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            I stood in the ballroom of the ancient church. Only now, it was significantly different. It had returned to its former glory, as though I had been transported back several centuries.

            People twirled around in voluminous skirts, swishes of color everywhere. They were escorted by men dressed in fancy suits with puffy sleeves. Only something was off.

            I studied the mass of people moving around me, and saw that I could see through them, as though they were phantoms. I inspected their faces more closely, only to find that they were caked in white powder and rouge. Underneath all the makeup, their skin was falling off, and all their teeth showed, as though they had no lips at all. Their teeth were black stumps, all turned up in a wicked grin.

            The sight truly frightened me, causing me to back away quickly. As I moved I noticed my attire for the first time.

            I was dressed in an elegant, white dress. It felt as though my torso was covered with a tight corset, making it slightly difficult to breath. The skirt of the dress flew out around me, as puffy as all the phantoms that danced about the graceful room. It was imbedded with little crystals, and incrusted with diamonds that I feared were real. Where had I obtained such an expensive dress?

            I lifted up my tons of skirts and glanced down at my tiny feet. They were bare, covered in mud and dirt, as though I had been running through a forest. That’s strange. Why didn’t I have shoes? At such a lovely party, I should probably have shoes.

            I turned around and headed towards the stairs that led to the tunnels. My dress slowed me down more than I would have liked, and as I made my way the phantom women picked at me, tearing away scraps of the white satin, pulling pearls out of my hair, letting it shower down my shoulders in golden ringlets.

            I was growing more and more frightened by the moment. The dance floor seemed to grow longer and longer, as though I would never reach the stairs. The bony hands of the maidens left bleeding soars on my bare skin and I scream bubbled up in my throat.

            Yet, I still pushed on towards the stairs. I needed to get there, I couldn’t explain why. I needed something there. I had to get it.

            I was almost there when a slender figure blocked my path. I shrunk back, expecting her to pull away the valuable things left on my dress and in my hair. But she didn’t. She just stood there, staring at me with decidedly bored eyes.

            She was dressed in a much more modern dress of violet silk. It had fake gems around the bust line that emphasized her cleavage. The dress was shorter than most, falling just at her knees. Her legs were smooth and pale. Her feet were in sparkly glass slippers, like Cinderella.

            The face is what caught me by surprise. Her hair was a waterfall of spiraling white gold hair, tumbling over her shoulders and down her back. Her mouth was set in a grim line. Her green eyes watched with knowledgeable wariness. Freckles sprinkled across her face, a perfect balance of them. Her eyebrows were arched as they watched me. The violet dress brought out flecks of blue in her deep green eyes.

            I gasped in surprised horror. I was staring at myself. But, at the same time, I wasn’t. This girl seemed much more fierce, as though when she spoke people would listen to her. They would rely on her and believe anything she said. She looked fearless, not even bothered by the phantom dancers.