Slenderman

Chapter 1

As soon as I saw the time, I knew that I was going to be in deep shit. I blinked in confusion. How could I have lost track of four hours?
I jumped up, wincing at the pain in my knee. I grabbed my broken skateboard, my bag off of a nearby bench and started running down the street, away from the skate park.
I cursed internally as the pain in my knee slowly increased. The last crash not only snapped a wheel off of my board, but I had gotten quite a few bruises too.
Even running as fast as I could, it still took me twenty minutes to make it to my neighborhood on the other side of town. 
As I turned onto my block, I noticed that all the other houses were dark--another reminder of how late it was. 
I stopped in front of my house, a light blue bungalow with the number 112 on it. I didn't see Mom's car in the driveway--she might be working late then.
I fished the key out of my pocket and unlocked the door. It was silent and dark inside–hopefully Leo put our younger siblings to bed on time. I felt a pang of guilt. Hopefully he wouldn't be too mad at me.
I slipped off my bag and shoes and quietly walked through the living room and to the hallway where our rooms were.
I opened the first door and peeked inside. My little sister, Hazel was passed out on the bed that she and our Mom shared. The TV was playing cartoons. I walked in and shut it off, before I tucked my little sister in. Our father would've adored her, mostly because of how much she resembled our mother-- wavy brown hair, soft blue eyes. She and James took after our mother, whereas me and Leo took after Dad. Straight black hair, tanned skin. But Leo had Dad's dark  brown eyes and apparently I had my grandfather's golden brown eyes.
I went to the next room, which was Leo and James's room. James, my youngest brother was fast asleep on the top bunk. Leo, who was the second oldest at sixteen, was still up, playing on his phone. 
He looked up and scowled at me. “Where'd you go? It's one in the morning.”
I sighed. “I know. I'm sorry about that.” I paused. “Mom's still working?”
Leo nodded, his eyes back on his phone. “You know, you should've texted me,” he muttered.
I sighed again. “I know--I'm sorry. It won't happen again.”
“Better not,” he said.
“Go to bed,” I told him before I shut the door.
I finally walked to the last room, which was my room. Being the oldest isn't easy, but it can have its perks. I flicked on the light and Mom's dog, Pepper, wagged her tail at me. 
I smiled as she jumped off my bed to greet me. “Hey girl, how was your night?” I asked as she licked my hands. 
I dumped my bag on the floor and collapsed on my bed, groaning. I just wanted to sleep. 
I closed my eyes and Pepper jumped on the bed to curl up beside me. I smiled as I petted her some more.
But I remembered that I had a math assignment due tomorrow. And I barely did any work on it.
I let out a groan of frustration as I sat up. I got out of bed and dug around in my bag for my books before sitting at my desk. 
I worked on my math for about an hour, struggling with almost every question. I really hated trigonometry. 
Finally when I had about only five questions left, I decided to call it quits. I could barely keep my eyes open anyways. 
I got up to go shut my blinds, and as I was about to, I glanced out the window. 
The street light that was across the street and in line with my window was flickering. I watched it for several minutes, before my eyes flicked down to the area underneath the light.
I jumped. There was someone standing there.
I didn't understand how I didn't see him before, but--I could've sworn that there had been nobody on that street at all moments before. 
The guy was unnaturally tall--at least seven or even eight feet in height. He was super pale too--so pale his skin seemed to glow underneath the light. He had no hair, and he wore this sort of…business suit. He was just standing there. At first, I thought that he must've put his clothes on backwards because all I could see was the back of his head. But then he raised his arm and pointed to me.
I gasped in horror. How was he even seeing me? I couldn't find a face on this guy.
And then it hit me: he had no face. 
No--he must've been wearing a mask that for some reason didn't have a face on it. 
But deep down, something told me otherwise. 
I locked eyes with him--even without eyes, I could feel his gaze upon me. I was held by him for decades…centuries.
All the while, the street light had gotten more and more frequent in its flickering until finally the bulb burst with a loud POP! and sparks flitted down towards the darkness.
And then they all blinked out, leaving me in lasting darkness.