Creepypasta Stories

5.) Slender Man Story

The Garage

I had just gotten home from school. It was almost 5:00 pm. I was alone, just like almost every time I get home from school. I usually let my dogs out of their crates, let them go to the backyard to do their business, and let them back in. There is a small wasp nest on the front porch of my house, which I decided to spray with RAID, and I immediately ran back into the safety of my living room (I absolutely cannot stand having to walk out of my house in fear of getting stung every morning).

After school I usually go to my garage where my drink fridge is. It's full of Pepsi, Gatorade, water bottles, Red Bull, and delicious Arizona fruit juice cocktails (pretty much every unhealthy drink you can think of lol). I walked out into the gasoline-like smell of the room. It is still pretty hot here in Texas, so the heat didn't help cover up the stink. I had reached into the fridge and gotten hold of an Arizona watermelon cocktail, closed the fridge door, and made my way to the door.

Then I heard it. A growling noise.

It was right behind me.

I almost pissed myself when I turned around. Tall. Long arms. Featureless. Its arms literally touched the floor, even though the figure was standing upright. I'm pretty sure most of you know what Slenderman looks like, so I don't think I need to go on. The only the two didn't share was the suit. It was like I was looking at a naked mannequin with abnormally long arms. Its hands were black, with an inky shine to them. I was frozen with fear.

I let out a shriek, like one you would hear from a Big Sister (from Bioshock 2 haha) and ran near the fridge. And that was the last I saw of it. I burst out of the garage and ran into my room. I stayed there until somebody got home.

I went back into the garage a few days later and went to the fridge. Sure enough, there were two hand prints. Black ones.