Stalker

Attacks

He just stood there, emotionless face staring at the drawing. I felt no fear while looking at him, only heard a static in my ears. Soon he disappeared and there was no trace of him except for the drawing that showed every detail in his suit and bony face. The fog was now flowing into the small treeless pasture that I sat in since there was no giant monster blocking its path now. The moon's light made it seem as though it was a river made of silver that never ended and still had yet to make its path the the ocean that was filled with lapis. The tree branches were like skeleton hands that were reaching for me to drag me into my grave and end my torture, and I almost welcomed it, but a thought popped into my head. I don't want to die. I wanted to live, but I was just tired from this war that was filled with too many battles. A long sigh slipped from my mouth, creating my own silver fog before disappearing into the darkness. I followed it to the line of trees that hid Slender somewhere. He was out there and watching, ready for my walls to fall and create the perfect opening to take me. Waiting for the moment when everyone thought I was crazy and no one would miss me. But he was mistaken. There would always be someone to miss me, whether it be the nurse in the mental institution or my mother, someone would and will always miss me.

I closed my sketch book and had started to follow the path back home. I needed to sleep, no matter what, and if I was lucky, it could help with the symptoms. Might stop the blood from slithering up my throat and the stomach acid from burning up my esophagus. I know that I was just fooling myself, there was nothing that would stop these things that He was doing to me. All the torture was just for him to break me. Enough talk about Him breaking me and torture, time to mention the Others. The Others are the other Proxies that He has created over the year, and I've learned their names through research. There's Hoodie, he wears a yellow hoodie and nothing shows out of the hood, except for piercing red eyes, the rest is engulfed in blackness. Then there's Masky, who always wears a white mask with black on the lips, eyes and outlining inquisitive eyebrows. Some of the others are Ticci Toby and Kate the Chaser. I haven't seen them as much, but I know they're there as much as Masky and Hoodie and Slenderman. Of course, he also isn't alone, in the sense that he has multiple brothers. They, of course, don't matter, since they rarely bother anyone unless you have the bad fortune of running into Sexual Offender Man and happen to take his blue rose.

I don't know where I was leading with that, but now my memories are coming back of what happened. After I got back to my house I locked all the doors and windows, closing the shutters and fortifying myself in my bathroom, bbreathing heavy and my brow wet with sweat. I had had barely enough time to grab my sketchbook and pencil, which I started to scrawl on. "No eyes". " Always watches". Trees. Him. Circles with Xs through them. I ripped each page out after I finished, quickly using all of my paper while hearing banging and crashing.I had no idea how long it was gonna be before he left or killed me, so I laid my head on the toilet seat and tried to get as much sleep as I possibly could, maybe then he would go away. If not, then at least I would gain a quick and painless death if he murdered me during my slumber.