Trapped in the Abyss

The Eight Pages

*Sarah's POV*
It was so easy now. So easy to just throw my life away. Like a forgotten dream I had to let it go. I'm standing in the center of Alex's room. I haven't gone inside of mine since his death. No, since his murder. I had been so blind before. Believing all those years the same bullshit. That it was my fault. That I was the reason everyone at school, including the teachers, hated me. That it was my fault my dad died because I left him alone. Believing there was no such thing as monsters. The entire time I thought I was trying to save my sanity. Now I know the truth. My sanity is my insanity, and now I'm getting rid of it. Leaving it behind along with this house. There is nothing left for me here. Just the constant reminder of the consequences of my ignorance. That thing was right. It was my fault I lost my family, but it caused all this. My stupidity may have gotten my family killed but it's cruelty is what slaughtered them in the first place. It was so easy now. I don't look back as I leave everything I'd ever known in that house. I know I'm not coming back, and even if I did it wouldn't make a difference. Sarah died already. I left her to rest with the rest of her family. I climb over the fence without any hesitation whatsoever. I take out my phone and start recording with the light on. I start walking, only this time I walk with my instincts. I forget all about safety. I don't care if I get lost anyway.
"I want to play a game!", I yell as instructed by the twins. Apparently this would start the game. Immediately the air gets five times as cold. Somehow the woods become completely silent and burst with noise at the same time. A chorus of chirping crickets fill the silence along with the crunching my boots make on the ground. The woods are as quiet and noisy as they'd ever been. Every small noise sounding like it was shouted at me. I noticed every sound that I'd never noticed before. The shifting of dirt beneath my feet. The crickets roaring, the leaves on the trees rustling, the sound of my breathing. My heart beat was so clear to me. Like it was outside my body instead of inside, beating loudly in my ears. I walked carefully, each step making a loud crunch. It only took me about five minutes to find the first page. It was on a big tree with a thick trunk and red bark. It read ALWAYS WATCHES NO EYES.
I shivered, folding the letter up and slipping it into the pocket of my hoodie. My heart quickens slightly, as if it is warning me. The amount of things I'm noticing surprizes me. More over, it makes me anxious. It's that thing. It's trying to scare me. But it won't work. I press on, looking out for more pages. A few minutes later I find a page on an abandoned truck. It read: HELP ME!
I stuff it in my pocket and keep moving. Every page made me more and more nervous. My heart was beating harder now, and my hands started shaking. I'm jogging now. Trying to find more pages. I find an old one story building that seems to have no purpose. I look through the entrance. It is very dark, so I flash my light in it. I see nothing but white walls. I really don't want to go in, but I know I have to. I walk in before I think about it too much. My steps echoing against the narrow hallway. The foor tiles were chipped and broken, the pieces littering the floor. The walls had long jagged cracks. Every corner I had to turn terrified me. I was afraid that thing would be standing there. I keep walking until I find the third page on a wall in a room at the end of the hall. There was nothing in this room but that page on the wall. I grab it and stuff it in my pocket, the claustrophobia setting in and making me more nervous than I already was. I run out of there as fast as I can. I catch my breath for a second, my hands on my knees. I need to calm down. I lean my back against the wall and rest there for a bit. I closed my eyes, forgetting for a moment where I was. It would be so nice right now. So nice to just give up. To stay here until I met my death, but I knew that just wasn't an option. I wasn't doing this for me, this was for mom and dad and Alex, and for everyone else's lives that monster ruined. My eyes fly open when I hear static on my phone. I don't need to think twice before I start running. I run until I don't hear the static anymore. I can't take anymore breaks. I keep walking, my heart thudding harder and faster, my breathing coming out ragged and shallow. I find another page on a door with a lock and chain on it. I grab it, my heart pounding now. Every little noise scared me now. I find another page inside a large tunnel. I know it is close now. The familiar terror is flooding my body. I'm panting furiously, trying to calm down. I find another page on one of these tanks. They were set up in rows so I had to be careful with every turn I made. Occassionally I would hear static on my phone. It was happening frequently now. Bastard is trying to scare me. I'm six pages in now, each page making my heart beat faster, and the woods get quieter, and small noises seemed like they were amplified three times as much. I jog towards what I think is a page by two criss-crossed brick walls. One glance at it and I know what it is. I recognized the scribbled writing. It wasn't just any child who wrote this. It read: I'M SCARED, SARAH!
It was Alex's hand writing. I grit my teeth and draw in angry breaths. I don't even notice the static on my phone going crazy. When it gets louder I bring my phone up to my eyes. It was right in front of me. With it's drooling sharp teeth curved into an evil grin. I was so surprized I nearly dropped my phone. To make matters worse, it let out the loudest, most blood curdling roar I have ever heard. Its roar making my ears ring.
"SHIT!", I yell and start running away. I don't stop until my lungs are on fire and my legs feel like lead. I stop running, my legs giving out. I'm on my knees, gasping for air. I remember the page. I've never had so much anger in my body before. That thing was going to pay.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU DON'T FUCKING SCARE ME!!!", I yell at the top of my lungs. I get up and run through the woods. Not caring about my burning lungs or my aching throat. I spot three large bolders in the distance. I can see a page! I sprint towards the rocks, the fastest I've ever run in my life. I'm so close now, so close to winning. I reach my hand out. So close. My fingertips brush the page before I'm swept off my feet. Something wraps tightly around my waist, lifting me in the air. I am turned around to face it.
The Slender-fucking-man.

*Slenderman's POV*
All had gone according to plan. She did exactly as I expected her to. Now here she was in my clutches. Her scent was driving me insane. I could tell she was beyond ready. The moment she started playing the game I was determined not to kill her until she won the game, but when she started running I completely lost it. She was running so fast, her scent fluttering in the wind like an invitation. Her blood rushing through her veins and her heart pounding so hard. I just can't resist her any longer. She'd only gotten this far because I was toying with her. After all, this human amused me. Even if she won the game, I still would have devoured her. Now that I was holding her I knew this was the last time I would get to play these little games. It was dinnertime.

I am holding her with one of my tentacles wrapped tightly around her waist. I don't want to crush her and waste all that precious blood. I plan on savoring every last bit of her. I could sense her immediate fear before but now something is different. She isn't scared now... I see the hate in her eyes. Ha ha, she completely despises me. I've never had a reaction like this before a kill. I look at her bandaged hand. Her blood is seeping through the cloth. She must have reopened her wound. I roughly grab her arm and tear off the bandages with my other hand. She squirms at my touch, fighting as hard as she can. Kicking and fidgeting. I tighten my grip on her waist. She winces in pain and gasps for air. I bring her hand up to my fanged mouth and slowly lick the blood off her hand. It is beyond incredible. I can taste the fear and pain and sadness. Oh and the suffering was more than I could ever want. Her blood was so rich and sweet. Sweeter than any other human. But that's not what makes it unique. No, what makes it truly one of a kind was that fire. That wonderful flare in the sweetness of her blood. It is the first time I have ever tasted that burning sweetness in a human's blood. I had never tasted it before but I recognized it as pure, boiling rage. Rage and hate and the most incredible levels of fury I didn't even know a single human could contain. Oh, she was ready. More than ready. I opened my mouth wide and bared by sharp teeth. I was about to sink my teeth into the tender flesh of her neck when she caught me off guard and kicked me. It wasn't that it hurt, but I wasn't expecting her to have any fight left at this point. They usually give up and accept it by now. Her kick landed on the right side of my jaw. Knocking my head to the side and making me hiss furiously. I release her without thinking. Causing her to fall head first on the boulders below. I heard the crack her head made against the hard rock. Oh no, her blood! I bend down and taste the freshly fallen blood on her head. It is still the best I've ever tasted, but it is no where near as good as it was before. I'm wondering why that is when she suddenly stirs. Groaning, she lifts up her head, the blood trickling along the left side of her face. She looked around, confused. Her eyes landed on me and immediately she backed away in fear, as if it was her first time seeing me. Crawling back until her back was pressed against the rock. She hugs her knees tightly to her chest. Looking at me fearfully. That's odd.
"What's the matter Sarah?", I tease, "Lost your nerve?"
She looks confused again. She looks around, as if she thought I might be talking to someone else.
"Who's Sarah?", she asks.
Well shit.