An Undertaking. (A Creepypasta Horror Fic)

Chapter Two.

|day 01|

My eyes fluttered open. As soon as I was awake I noticed the intense throbbing pain in my head. Luckily, there was only a single lightbulb above me and thus nothing to make the pain worse. However, I couldn't see much about the room I was in.

It was grungy. There seemed to be nothing else in the concrete room with me other than splotches of blood here and there. As much as I could tell, in front of me there was a door-shaped hole in the wall where people could get through.

My hands were tied behind my back, on the other side of the back of the wooden chair I sat in. My feet were tied to the legs of it. I bucked my hips and wiggled around; no use, it was bolted down.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps pattered from who knows where. My pulse picked up in no time and I felt my stomach churning, all in a few seconds.

A figure that was hard to make out walked into my cell. I squinted, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the dim light so I could see this person. Was it Masky again?

No, someone worse.

This figure had to be at least six feet tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. His hair was shaggy and coal black, falling to his stringy eyebrows which rested over beady eyes lined in black. His cheekbones were high, his face hollow and pale.

A shrieking laugh erupted from his lips as his shoulders shook with the maniacal outburst.

"You're next. She's a cute one too!" He kept laughing, and, to my horror, slowly walking in my direction.

"You're a short little fucker aren't you? And chubby. You're disgusting. I can't wait to dissect you."

"Dissect me?..." I swallowed hard and felt my heart beating even quicker.

He came close and hovered over me, legs on either side of the chair. Now I could see the cuts in his cheeks as I looked up into his face. I knew who that was.

The ugly one.

Though he didn't fit the pictures, Jeff was still creepy as hell and the way he smiled from ear to ear didn't make me feel any more at ease.

As he slowly pulled a knife from his pocket, or belt loop, or wherever it came from, I began to shake my head frantically and squirm in my seat.

"That won't help you, dumbass."

Jeff pressed the cold edge of the knife to my cheek and flicked his wrist, sending a shot of pain throughout my face. I let out a grunt and felt the warm liquid run down my jawline and dribble down my chin.

Suddenly, a deep voice boomed from somewhere else in the basement, "Jeff."

Jeff backed away from me and retreated into the shadows. I was breathing so heavily I thought I might have a heart attack.

An extremely tall figure ducked into the room, unmistakably faceless and white. The fact that my cheek had been pricked was no longer my main concern. No, what I was really worried about now was the fact that Slenderman was standing in front of me.

"Hello, Leanne."

My heart dropped. No one but my family and Cat knew what my real name was. Everyone had called me by my middle name, Tinsley, since I was young.

"You prefer Tinsley." He said it as a fact, not a question, but I nodded anyways and stared at his featureless face.

"I'm sure you're wondering what you're doing here," he said, hands behind his back.

I nodded again.

"You will be test subject number thirty-seven in an experiment conducted by my proxies and me. I assume you know who they are."

"Yes," is all I say. The word "experiment" made me feel so, so much worse.

"This experiment, of sorts, is to help us discover the various fears and nightmares of any particular person. So far in the last thirty-six girls of your age the results have been very similar."

He walked as if he was on an enjoyable stroll and made rounds around my chair.

"If you die in the process, so be it. If you do survive, we will kill you anyways. I do not intend for you to die in the process. This time we will not fail."