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Present Time.
There have not been any physical evidence in regards to the 'Slenderman.' However, whether there are undergoing investigations on the 'Slenderman' and other supernatural creatures, no one is going to tell you what is really going on. The governments know of course, but are they willing to divulge information like that? Of course not! It would cause mass panic, mayhem and riots. This would cause a lot of trouble holding the people back together.
So am I telling you that Slenderman is real? I don't know, am I? It's all how you interpret things. Am I supposed to believe my own management dropped me off with my bandmates at a camp site where people have disappeared in the past? Or did they not bother to look up the history of the campsite prior to registering us for a week there? The questions are stupid, what is the point wondering? It is what it is.
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It must have been four am and all the lights in the cabin are out. The rain began to pour down and thunder crashed overhead. I decided not to pound on the door, but look for a window. I walked around the entire cabin, in search of something. Some way of getting in. I don't care if I get arrested for this, I need to get hold of a phone. To my surprise, one of the windows in the back wasn't glass, but screen. It was old, so I was able to punch through the screen and rip it out.
Round we go,
The world is spinning,
When it's stops,
Is just the beginning,
The sun goes up,
We are sigh
The sun goes down
When we die…..
"Stop, stop, stop!" I groaned as I shake my head back and forth.
Lightning crashed as I climbed through the window, tripping over old paintings that were stacked up against the wall. The room looked like a storage place, as a bunch of crap was scattered all over the floor.
Time seemed to slow down, as if I was on some sort of weird drug. I became disoriented and clutched to the wall to make my way to the main room of the lodge.
Hazza where are you? You have to save us.
"Who's there?" I stammered. Great, now I'm hearing voices.
The phone, the phone. I need to get hold of a phone!
I pushed my way through the door, back in the familiar narrow hallway. I stumbled down it, the same steady song was playing over and over in my head, as if it was a broken CD on repeat. While there was real lightning flashing, images of the past kept repeating over and over in my mind. Images of the campfire, images of Louis, Niall and Zayn working on a new song. Images of the first time I set eyes on this forest, which wasn't even twenty four hours ago. But above all, there was the same image of the boy with the messy word 'RUN' scribbled on a piece of paper, Jim. His pale blue eyes staring straight at me, his flat brown hair perfectly combed.
I finally laid eyes on the phone, it was old fashioned and on the coffee table. I crashed into the desk, which I seemed to have not noticed.I was disoriented, clearly. I was so disoriented I couldn't even remember I was supposed to call the emergency number. I instead punched in Paul's cell number. After a few rings, he picked up.
"Hello?" grunted Paul.
"Paul, you need to get here, George went missing and then Liam, Jaymi, Josh and Louis went out looking for him and then we couldn't find them, and then JJ went missing and there was Niall...and oh God Paul something awful is happening…"
