Trapped in the Abyss

Answers

*Sarah's POV*
The sharp sound of broken glass brought me back to my senses. The reality had slipped through my fingers and shattered into hundreds of little pieces. I shake my head and crouch down. I pick up every single piece, desperately trying to gather the shattered remains of my sanity. I throw the pieces away in the waste basket at the corner of my room. I pick up the picture and prop it up against the lamp on my night stand. I stare at it, trying to make out some explanation that made sense in this fucked up situation. I clench my fists. I wince at the pain in my right hand. I hadn't even looked at it since last night. I must have reopened the cut when I had used it to push myself off the floor. The blood trickled down my fingers onto the hard wood floor. I hold my left hand underneath my right, trying to catch my blood before it hit the floor, and dart for the bathroom. The door is ajar and I open it by pressing my back against it. I flip the light switch with my elbow and turn on the faucet with my left hand. I rinse my hand in the cold water, turning it scarlet as it goes down the drain. I turn off the water and examine my cut. It was a straight gash starting from the bottom left of my palm, to just underneath the knuckle of my index finger. I don't think I need stitches. I open the medicine cabinet and take out bandages to wrap my hand with. I close it , only to see in the mirror that it is standing right behind me.

I whip my whole body around. The bathroom is empty. It takes several minutes for me to calm down enough to breath normally again. I quickly wrap my hand, shaking violently. I get out of the bathroom as fast as I can, not wanting to spend another second in there. This isn't happening. No. This. Is. Not. Happening. But I know it is. I need answers and I need them now. If that thing has been stalking me my entire life then I want to know why. Looks like I'm doing more exploring tonight.

I slip out the back door silently. The house stays still. It's too cold for insects, not even the crickets chirp. I'm warmly dressed along with my signature beanie. My phone is fully charged and ready to film. I waste no time and start walking straight into those begging woods. I easily climb the fence and take out my phone. I turn on the camera and light. I walk the exact same way I did last time. Only straight and no other direction. The crunching my boots make in the snow gets louder the longer I walk. It is eerily silent in this beautiful white prison. I see nothing, as usual, for the first two hours. I know it's here though. I can feel it watching me, because when it does, I feel scared. Incredibly, ridiculously, and inexplicablly scared. I know it's toying with me, and I know it knows I'm here. All I can do now is wait for it to show up. This Slenderman.

*Slenderman's POV*
I immidiately recognize her delicious scent the moment she steps out of her house. The wind picks up her scent and taunts me. All is going according to plan, but I need to control myself, or else I might spoil my meal before it's ready. I follow her as she carefully walks through my woods. I take my time, not bothering to show myself just yet. I'm amazed at her determination. She hadn't stopped walking once since she started. She must really want to see me. I made her wait until her heart beat was fast enough, to add suspense. She needed more fear. More fear, and more suffering. I suppose she's walked long enough. I took extra pleasure in scaring the living shit out of her.

*Sarah's POV*
"FUCK!!!", I cry out as that thing comes right out of fucking no where. It scared the living shit out of me. My phone buzzed with static, and then completely died. I hit it with my good hand. Nothing. I felt it moving in the trees. The leaves would rustle in a pattern. I give up trying to revive my phone and listen carefully. I hear snow crunching. What scares me the most is that I see footprints forming. Slowly, tauntingly, walking closer to me. The footsteps make the loudest most menacing crunching noises I've ever heard. I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing. My eyes frozen wide at the footsteps being made by a creature I couldn't even see. It was definately toying with me now. Making exagerated, hard steps, so that I could see and hear it approaching. I'm too scared to move. I can't even back away. The right foot stops, right in front of me. It was ten long seconds before it is joined by the left one. That's when I knew it was right in front of me.