I walked through the forest as I felt the cold air on my face. I took a deep breath after what I had just done. Blood was dripping down my clothes, while the blood on my hands had already dried, but it wasn't my own blood.
As I continued walking while smiling to myself I suddenly felt something hit against my head, and the last thing I remembered was feeling a sharp pain run trough my body, something must have been hit against my head. And then I saw something, a creature with an completely white face, without any freatures.
I woke up, sitting up immediately after the dream I've had for quite some time now. The same dream over and over again, and there was always this weird creature. I've tried to look it up but there were only pictures of..slenderman I think its name was? But that would be absolutely bizarre right? The whole creepypasta was only made up, but how come the so called slenderman always appeared in my dreams.
Questions ran around my head while I tried to stay calm. This whole situation has started since my first murderer. At first it was an accident but over time I started to actually enjoy it and it became something more than an hobby, it was more like pleasure everytime I've done it. It might sound crazy but I just can't stop it, but it's not like I'm the only one doing it, my cousin also does it. I've of course told her about my first "accident" and she was angry but over time I showed her and she seems to enjoy it too, but not as much as I do.
I needed to clear my head so I went outside to go on a walk. I walked through the forest and to my luck a jogger came agross me. "good evening sir" I said in a friendly tone "hello can I help you with something?" He asked in a friendly tone, standing in front of me. "Yes indeed you could, could you please come with me for a sec? I'm scared to walk home alone" Ofcourse I lied, trying to get him to go with me. "Ofcourse I can sweetheart, anything for you" He said in a flirty tone. I tried my best to hide my disgusted face, but I really needed this, I needed to clear my mind and this was my only option. As him and I were walking through the forest I suddenly felt a sharp headache but I brushed it off thinking it was just about all the things that have been going on. I lead him deeper and deeper into the forest and I couldn't help but feel watched. As we reached a point where I was sure enough no one would see us I stopped walking and stood still. "What's wrong sweetheart, why did you suddenly stop?" He asked and came closer trying to touch me, I smiled and took out the knives I always carry with me under my sleeve. He didn't see it so he must've thought I enjoyed what he was going to do because of my smile.
I quickly stabbed him a few times and he fell to the ground where I sat on his stomach and carved my initial into his chest.
After I was satisfied enough I walked away again happy as ever.
I felt my head hurt again but this time worse than before, I fell onto my knees and held my head in pain, again feeling like i'm being watched. I knew I had to continue walking home so I tried my best to ignore the pain and continue walking.
It all felt like a deja vu, everything looked so familiar, like I've been here in this exact same situation before. And then it clicked. It was the same situation I have been dreaming about this whole time, the blood dripping down my clothes and the dried blood on my head. I knew exactly what was going to happen next but I knew I couldn't end like this. I didn't know if I was imagining things but I something standing next to a tree, it almost looked identical to the thing from my dream, I knew I had to run away, so I ran, I ran as fast as I could, but then it happened.
I suddenly felt something hit against my head and thought this was my end, and the last thing I remembered was feeling a sharp pain run trough my body, just like in my dream, something must have been hit against my head. And then I saw something, no someone. The really tall creature with a completely white face, without any freatures. It was him, Slenderman.
