The Slender Man

Its just the biggining

I having seen him, in what, almost a year? Was when he came down for Christmas and we all went to mom's. It was difficult. I thing we both knew it would be moms last Christmas. She put a lot of effort in, as usual, mom did, but the chemo had ravaged her and she looked brittle, weightless and translucent, like the sloughed-off carapace of a beetle. Like she was gradually fading away. After we ate lunch she said she had to go upstairs for a sleep, and when she hauled herself up the stairs , Jayme and I watched television together, we didn't talk for a long time, just watched an old black and white film in silence, but then I said something or he said something I don't quite remember and it turned into an argument. The next day we went back home, and after that I got the dealing that he didn't want to talk to me for a while. She didn't come to moms funeral.
I Roll the phones curser onto "View" and click ok, and a message blooms onto the screen: "don't come here stay away it isn't safe it isn't safe" I read it twice more before I realize that the phone displays the most resent of the three messages first I scroll back to the previous message: "it's coming it knows I'm here it won't leave me alone I don't know what it wants". Then finally, I thumb the bitten to the first message: "pls help I'm in Serious trouble H"
My immediate reaction is to call jayme, but when I dial her number it goes strait to voicemail. I try his land line, let I ring and ring but know one picks up. I end the call and allow the phone to slip from my hand and onto the counter. I take a deep breath. The kitchen suddenly folks cold and artificial. Jayme's house in swinwood is a four hour drive away. At least, but if I leave there immediately then I could be there by lunch time. I stand up, walk out into the hallway and lift
Off the hook by the door, but before I am able to open the door the land line starts to ring. In the stillness of the house it sounds deafening. And the silence between the rings vegans to magnify. When I reach the phone I find myself pausing, my hand held by the understanding that ignorance is hope and to answer is is the chance to loosing that hope. I almost ignore that call, almost walk out of the house and get into my car and drive up to swinwood as the phone rings,but reason takes hold of me and I snatch up the receiver.
"Hello?" I say
"Hello, Is this mr. W?". It's a mans voice. Northern accent. Slightly tentative.
"Yes."
" Chula .W."
"Yes thats right who am I speaking to?"
"It's inspector Hallum, from canham police. It's about your brother."

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