The slender man swiftly passed through the trees of the Emeraville forest. He didn't walk- no, he glided in a way that needed centuries worth of grace.
Winter had layered sheets thin, cold sheets of snow atop of the brambles and dying leaves, seeming to reflect a mysterious glow off of the darkening sky above.
The humanoid hadn't exactly understood the feeling, but perhaps this emotion was what humans would call 'pleasure'. He liked the season of white much better than the warmed summers. He had noticed that his most of his victims couldn't even run when he neared them, his black suit and blood red tie stark against the white background. He enjoyed basking in the waves of fear rolling off those foolish humans as he stood before them, towering over them with a frightening tall height.
He didn't know wh but he just liked to hear them scream the second before his 'extra' hands tore them to pieces.
He didn't know why. He just 'liked' it.
His shadow like tentacles calmly hung from the middle of his back, swaying in a manner that could be described as almost lazy. He was beginning to feel a bit restless, having not feasted on a human for over two weeks. His last meal had been a young boy in the north of Germany. Now he was in the deep forests of the north of southern Canada.
He didn't need to look up to determine the weather following later tonight. It wouldn't snow now, but maybe in a few hours. If he was still in the mood, he would hunt. But he wondered the possibilities of that occurring. Maybe he would continue to watch 'her' until the-
She was coming. He could feel her presence, just between the boundary of the forest and the town of Emeraville. It disapointed him that she come into the forest nowerdays, opting to just pass by on a sidewalk from her so called 'school'.
He had been watching her for awhile. Everyday. Every Night. The next human to 'get'.
She had been chosen the second he had sighted her running across the wooden bridge, the one that lead into the forest two years back in the beginning of winter when she had been chasing a small animal, a neighbors 'dog' he had learned later on, who had tried to explore the forest. She had hesitated but ran in a moment later, cursing.
No one ever dared go into the forest. Especially when so many had 'disapeared' within them. He memorized each and every face whose blood had been splattered across the bark of trees.
He didn't know why he did it. He just did. He 'liked' the sight of it.
The girl back then had been strange. It was weird to see her scramble around with twigs and mud stuck to her face in search of her neighbor's dog.
Only she didn't know he had been the one to take it and send her on a wild goose chase.
He didn't know why he did that. He just felt like he wanted to.
She had made him feel 'amused'. A lot of things amused him. But she was different.
After an hour's worth of panicking, the humanoid had let the animal out of his grasp, allowing it to scamper back to it's companion. It made him wonder why he hadn't just killed it, to let the girl suffer. He liked seeing the red. But he...didn't kill it. Not to mention he had no qualms in murdering puppies.
It felt an emotion the humans would call 'confused'. He had never gotten 'confused'. He just did what ever he did, that was that, he never pondered on it long after. He didn't like being 'confused'.
He decided to get rid of her. He just had to wait for the right time to make her death magnificent.
No matter, the feeling had faded as quickly as it had come now that she hadn't gone to the forest after that. Se was just another human once again, no matter how 'amusing'. Fearful and pathetic. His other source of 'fun'.
His tentacles twitched in recognition, and he decided to appear next to the 267 tree from the road near the left from 67 degrees of the yellow post, the one with claw marks created with from a wild animal. That was where he usually awaited her appearance at exactly 4:15 pm.
He could just imagine how she would look like. Though she had lately began carrying a strange object in her hands, he paid no mind to it. She was the objection. She was coming closer. Her time of death would be soon.
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Roselyn stalked on her way home after the long miserable hours of school. In her hands was a cradle, which in turn sheltered a ridiculously fake, plastic, miserable interpretation of a baby.
Her newest project for her home EC class. Ah, private schools.
Rosleyn glared at it. It was complete with painted blue eyes, an unmoving mouth that still managed to make aggravating garbles, and a bald head- she was expected to keep it with her all the time The baby continue to scream and wail, causing her to regret not bringing any Advil along to cure her head ache.
The assignment had been given to her approximately three days ago during her unit of parenting. They were indeed expensive, so she was to 'guard it with her life'. as quoted by her teacher, Ms. Opela. She had ordered everyone to keep it with them at all times. Everyone in her class had gotten one and had been randomly paired.
Her partner had turned out to be Jason, a boy who usually kept to himself and played on his DS during lessons. Despite this, he was very smart, although Roselyn wasn't sure why he had chosen to take a class such as home ec.
Then again, why did she?
Roselyn wrinkled her frozen nose against a gust of wind, she turned her attention back to her fake, temporary baby, and wondered if murmuring a few gentle words to it would shut it up. She was glad no one else was here to hear the baby either.
She noticed she was nearing the bridge, the one that led to the forest, and sped up her pace. That place had always given her the creeps.
Straightening her poofy red jacket, and marched forward with a determination as hard as rock. She wouldn't have looked brave, but the stupid baby had ruined the picture. Fishing out a baby bottle from her bag, plain and black, and stuffed it forcefully into the baby mouth.
It's cries became muffled, but it refused to wouldn't stop. She contemplated whether or not she should just crush to pieces or donate it as a toy for this year's Christmas. Unfortunately, that would cost her mark.
She continued her pace across the road that lead home making note of the darkening skies. Hopefully it would snow later on, about an hour or so, she guessed.
"I'm hoping for a whiter Christmas this year..." she drifted off, setting sight on a extravagant mansion.
Her home.
Yea, she would quickly finish her home work and get a good night's sleep. After finding a way to shut. The. Baby. Up.
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NOTE:
This is my first story in Wattpad...YAY
So I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter, and I suppose a lot will happen the next, so hopefully you read again :D
I recently start to have inerest in Slender Man, even if it di scare the shit out of me, but still...I thought of this and I just had to write it.
Any comments will encourage me so please review some feedback. Thank you.
P.S Roselyn is my OC, and Emeraville is some place I just made up :) Also, my media pic is what Roselyn looks like
