The Grotesque

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Yet anther dream of mine I got you'll wish you had my imagination after this one. But always dream about Jeff soooo lol just enjoy before I should more nuts than I normally am. (Lani)

Leah POV

Sam levitated in front of me and the others. I walked in between Jeff in front, who I didn’t trust, and Ben behind me, who I really didn’t trust. What can I say? But at the same time, if I had to pick, I’d pick Ben only because he seems more sane. But at the same time, Sam says she was human, and seems the sanest, I will trust her that most. Let’s face it, I just met these people and they claim that they are killers, yet somehow I’m some kind of the chosen one…kinda.

As I was escorted with the Slendyman I’m guessing gone, there was quite a bit of condescending looks of unapproval. It was odd to say the least. Usually, I’m hated because of my pride of not letting people bully me and my antisocial demeanor, not just because I was human of all things. Which is also ironic because if I am what they say I am, I am some kind of half human. And if I am what the hell does that mean?! Will I crave human flesh, float and do magic like that Sam girl, or will I just be freakishly tall and have to be constantly protected by a Christmas elf and human-Cheshire cat? I don’t don't like to let others protect me though.... I feel as though I can do it myself.

I was taken from my thoughts when I was shown that each room was different, the white door in the middle, with blood looking paint oozing down, had to be Jeff’s. The neighboring purple door being Sam’s, while the pixilated green door on the left was Ben’s.

 I took a deep breath and walked in. it was surprisingly normal. No heads on the wall or a forest of herbs to be smelt or seen. His room was filled with consoles, computers, and games neatly in cases to the point to I was thinking how the hell could he keep up with what goes were. He noticed that I was actually impressed in a good way and showed a bit of pride, confidently showing me all the things that he had, including a bunch of stuff from inside the Legend of Zelda games and a few bottles with eternally sleeping ferries in them, each of them with the ability to do different things.

“Oh, and Leah, you’re gonna have to stay here a while. I texted you mom for you saying that you are fine and would come home Monday night. Of course, she objected until I told her that I was gay and that I just wanted you to have more friends. But NO I’M NOT OK?! It was the only thing I could think of that she would believe without calling the cops.” He said the last part frantically.

“PFFTT ok, I believe you, to be honest I don’t bring people over so I think that’s the only reason she let me go with you in the first place” I said smiling, holding back bursting into laughter. It would be rude.

“Just stay in here ok, I gotta go …. Before you start to look like a target” he said turning on a huge monitor jumped threw, leaving behind nothing but a few pixels.

I think I could get used to this though. If I’m gonnna be a here, I may as well stay in this he mansion and have my mom safe until I figure all this out. Because if they are this dangerous, as they look, I need to keep her as safe as possible. She is really not a fighter.

“You know Ben has a pet human too?!” said a distorted voice. I peeped threw the door, and an all grey thing was talking with I think a tails doll?

“Slenderman need needs to do something about this problem before I do” It said in a whispery voice, the floating doll, looking straight at me. Okkkkk…. This place is just odder and odder....And I was pretty offended.  It laughed at my frown.

 I should stop this before this starts. It seems that the main instigator is that Slendy guy, so as soon as I figured Ben was gone, I went out. I snuck past the empty room of Jeff’s but I think I heard Sam on Skype with I think some British woman, so made sure that I was extra quiet when I got to the bottom of the stairs. I don’t want her involved. She may ally herself with him.

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