Ms. Galloway (A Slender Man love story)

Mitch and Rip

This is my first creepy pasta story. It might sound a bit crappy, but bare with me!  

I can not believe I'm doing this.

Well, it's not really my fault. Hunger can drive anyone into doing some crazy shit...

It's not that it's immoral- Okay, dumpster-diving is very muchly so immoral. It's disgusting, and the more I think about it, the more turned off I am. But my stomach growls at the thought of a chance of finding food. What could be the harm? A dumpster truck coming by and dumping me into it, thus ending in me being squeezed to death? I think not, it doesn't come for another two days.

I suck up my pride and walk up to the dumpster, realizing that it was going to be a lot harder to get into it than I thought. I decided to jump up and just pull myself in there, but that was WAY harder. First I find I can't even pull up my own raw weight. And besides that, there is some kind of thick, gritty, slime caked on the dumpster rim. It's so disgusting, I decide to find someplace else to eat all together.

I run down the street towards the Texaco gas station. I run into the ladies room, not caring about all the filth I put on the door handle. The bathroom smelled like shit, but I didn't care; I just needed the soap dispenser and sink. After I washed my hands, I used my back to push open the door and found myself in the midest of the gas station. I noticed the delicacies stacked so heavenly on their shelves: Slim Jims, Jolly Ranchers, various flavors of Lays chips, and several kinds of Little Debbie's snack cakes. They were all calling my name.

I am wearing a dark grey hoodie, so I decided that the large pocket should be able to take whatever I shoved in there. I helped myself to the Slim Jims and the chips. And I stuffed two packs of zebra cake in there. I frowned because I hadn't grabbed any Jolly Ranchers, so I busted open a pack and began to help myself...

"Hey! Ma'am, what are you doing?!"

I turned around wildly to see a teenage looking boy. He was wearing a Texaco uniform, indicating he worked her. He had dark brown hair and his blue eyes were wide. I just sat there staring at him, my mouth fille with a couple of Jolly Ranchers, some of which weren't even out of their wrappers yet. I felt like a deer caught by surprise.

"You have to pay for all of that, ma'am!" shouted the boy. I noticed his name tag. Hunter.

"A-um so-wee," I can barely say. (It's hard to talk when you have some hard candies in your mouth.)

"Are you intoxicated?" Hunter asked, his eyes narrowing. "That's it. I'm calling the police!"

That was the only encouragement I needed to get the hell out of there! I turned tail and ran towards the exit. I barged out of the doors, adreniline pumping through my blood. I could hear Hunter screaming after me, telling me that I'd be sorry if I didn't go back. I sprinted down the street, past the disgusting dumpster. I ran until I came to a different alley. I'm not in my right mind, so I frantically decided to hid there.

I ran down into the dark place and BAM!

"Hey, lookie what we got here, Mitch," said a familiar voice.

I'm on my butt now. I hand ran into someone muscular but awfully smelly. I slowly looked up to see two familiar shapes, two regular trouble makers. Mitchel Johnson and Richard "Rip" Barnes.

"Well, speak of the devil," Rip sneared. "We were just talking about you, missy."

These guys know me. We used to go to high school together; And even THEN they were trouble. Now they're a couple of gangster wine-o's. I don't know how many women they've assaulted, but I'm one of their regular victims. I haven't seen them since last week.

"We really missed you, Lynn," Mitch said. "Why don't you stay with us for a little while?"

"D-don't touch me, you freak!" I shouted.

"Fiesty," Rip said, and before I could do or say anything else, he snatched me up off the ground. I swear I think those guys are on stereoids. Ever since graduation, they both just blowed up like a child's bouncy house. Rip's so strong, for a moment I'm paralyzed with fear, to afraid to kick, scream, or anything.

"Let's get her to the hideout, Mitch," Rip said promptly. "Can't keep her waiting."

At his words, I snapped out the little coma I was in. I twisted and gave Rip a tough, solid kick in the mouth.

"GWAH!"

I felt Mitch grab me. I dug my nails into his skin, and bended down to bit down on his hand. Mitch screamed like a sissy, and I took the advantage to dart. I had spat out all of my Jolly Ranchers, and dropped two Slim Jims and a bag of barbacue lays.

"Bitch!" Rip yelled. "Let's get'er!"

I ran like a rabid dog. I could hear those steroid boys gaining up on me. I mindlessly run into the park, past the basketball court, the playground, and into the thick woods. Rip and Mitch were still following me. I ran for what felt like 5 minutes, when my lungs were now ablaze, when I felt a strong hand grab my hair.

I scream in terror, realizing that I had been slowing down the whole time, and they finally caught me. I felt a heavy weight straddle me on the ground. My heart sunk as I realized the deep shit I got myself into. Not only was some bad things about to happen to me, but we were very deep into the woods, probably lost. If they choose to murder me, I'd be a while before anybody finds my body. My eyes start to get misty at the thought of a innocent kid finding my body while looking for a soccer ball. I hope that doesn't happen.

I suddenly realize Rip and Mitch aren't moving. And there is an unnatural silence.

"Man...Do you see that?"

I twist my head to see what was going on. Up ahead, maybe not 10 or so feet away, a tall, figure stood. It was already so dark, but if you squinted, you could barely make out the silhouette of a man. Whoever he is, he is incredibly tall. And with the little bit of moonlight that flashed through the thick trees, I noticed a...tie? A business suit? Wtf?

"What kind of a idiot are you, big bird?" I heard Mitch laugh. "Look at that, Rip!"

The man suddenly retreats back into the shadows, which was a weird sight, considering that his legs didn't even move.

"The hell!" Rip barked. "Where you going? You're an eye witness!"

Being the idiot he is, Rip charged after the stranger. Mitch, probably due to the new excitment, seemed to have forgotten all about me and ran after Rip. I slowly stand up, looking after Mitch's slowly disappearing shape...