slenderman x bethany

stare

Just when she thought it was staying silent, she heard breathing. Heavy breathing, and it wasn't yours. Every breath was sharp, raspy, and almost inhuman. It was coming from the creature, who was now standing much closer. Its red tie stood out as it got within inches of her, its white eyes staring into her soul.

bethany turned around slowly as she worked up the courage to ask it "what do you want from me?" she was terrified.

It didn't respond, the only sound being its breathing. It moved even closer, getting right in her face. Its breath was cold and sharp. Its bright white eyes stared deep into her soul, as if it was trying to see how afraid she was.

It seemed to relish in the fact that she was petrified, its eyes boring holes into her soul, its body completely still except for its sharp breathing. It leaned even closer to her, until its white eyes were practically touching her own.

"w-what are you doing?" bethany said as she tried to keep her eyes away from his.

It stayed quiet, seemingly not even acknowledging what she said. It kept its white eyes locked on hers, waiting for some type of reaction. Its red tie stood out against its pale white shirt and black suit. Its breathing was the same, deep and loud, and you could feel the cold air from its breath.

even though she was scared she thought that he was kinda hot from certain angles, if she stared long enough

Its body and height were oddly attractive, but that didn't stop the fear and adrenaline from filling her body. His breath kept blowing in her face, the smell not exactly terrible but not good either. He stayed silent, not moving any further, just staring at her.

"well! are you gonna say something or are you just gonna stare at me"

He stayed silent, just continuing to stare down at her, as if he was judging her. His blank face made it impossible to read him. Even his breathing stayed the same, not quickening like hers was. He just seemed to be enjoying this.

"ok then, i'm leaving" she said in annoyance as he refused to say anything.

As she takes a step to leave, he grabbed her arm, his hand tightly around her wrist. His grip was painfully tight, his fingers digging into her skin.

"Where do you think you're going?"