The Forest (frerard, boyxboy, SLENDERMAN!)

part 2- Fallen Leaves and a River

Beware of the monsters

Who dwell in the mind,

Who grow in the shelter

Of shadows they find.

Beware of the demons

Who hide from the light,

Who only survive

When our spirits lose sight.

Those creatures can thrive

where our knowledge is low;

they fill in the spaces

Of what we don’t know.

Beware of the monsters

That cause us to hate,

To strike out in anger

When we can’t relate.

For ignorance darkens

The mind and the heart,

And helps all our monsters

To tear us apart.

But caring and thinking

will strengthen us so

we won’t be the places

where monsters can grow.

Saturday. I love Saturdays. I have the whole day to myself, for 24 hours and I just love it. It takes my mind off of my permanent existential crisis, if only for a little while, and I intend to spend my quality time.

And so, I get out of the bed, feeling actually a little better than I usually do.

“Gonna eat, Frankie?” mom asks me as I pass the kitchen on my way to the door. I shake my head no. “Where are you going?” I roll my eyes and grab the little notebook and pen out of my pocket. I go there every Saturday, really, it’s like this woman doesn’t know anything about me and I’m her goddamned son. I hate her, I really do.

‘the forest.’ I scribble, and show her. She nods.

“Be careful.” She says as I grab my old beat up acoustic guitar and storm out of the door without responding.

I run across Glimmer Street and the horizon is filled with tall, outstretching, dense green trees. I told you it’s a five minute walk, didn’t I?

A tiny smile covers my chapped lips as I walk towards the beautiful greenery, a guitar in my hand and a smirk on my face.

I enter the forest, and make my long way towards the river flowing on the north side of these huge woods.

The river is my favorite place to play the guitar in. though, this part of the forest is really dark and creepy, sometimes. Every time I hear a voice in this part of the woods, I completely freak out.

I am almost at the river now. The sunlight amount here is very minimalistic, and so I’m on my toes. Just in case.

I look around me. Trees, trees, and more trees, as tall as buildings. Hiding a century old dark secrets. They know everything that’s ever happened here, everything that will happen here. I know it might sound stupid and ridiculously cliché, but I feel their eyes on me. I know they’re watching me, I know that they know.

Suddenly, something disturbs my thoughts. A… silhouette?   A very very tall one.

But moments later, it disappears.