Chapter 1
After that incident I began to see Him over and over; anywhere at anytime. I couldn't even blink without being scared of the image and sound I had heard and seen that day. He began to haunt me, everyone I knew and loved, and even every action I made. I don't even think haunted is the word to describe it.
But then again it is all my fault. I brought everything on myself. I dug into Him.
I really shouldn't tell my story; I know there will be consequences to pay, but I am not afraid of Him anymore. He can torment me all he likes but I will not give in. I will run all my life, escaping from Him.
So here it goes:
It started with a young child going missing under very rare circumstances and the perpetrator leaving absolutely no trace. Of course, the conversation came up in school with some friends of mine. We began talking about how it was weird that the perp. had left no trace. My friend Jackie piped up saying she thought it was someone named Slenderman.
She began to tell the others about him, but knowing Jackie I lost interest. She was obsessed with the Internet. Always having something new from YouTube or a "creepypasta", whatever those are.
The next couple of days I would tease her about the Slenderman but oddly she refused to talk about it or would change the subject. If you ever called her out on changing the subject she would apologize and blame it on her ADD.
Over those days she seemed paranoid, like she was being stalked; always watching around her. If you scared her she would probably jump out of her skin.
A week or two went by, and like the kid, Jackie was gone. I don't know if she ran away or it was the same person who had stolen the kid; because there was no trace.
I suspect she ran away. Her being so paranoid everyone grew farther away from her. I felt bad for her and really was the only person she talked too. That pressure can make some sensitive people run away.
But her disappearing made me think twice about the Slenderman. So I made the worst decision in my life, and I researched Him. I became addicted. I somehow found Him interesting.
The more and more information I got hold of, the more weird stuff happened: the first time Jackie told me about Him, it was a funny looking tree; when I searched the creepypasta for him, the tree became clearer, appearing to be a man. The more I searched the clearer He became, and the closer He became.
I soon found the marblehornet series.
For me then it was just something to become addicted to. Another interesting thing on the Slenderman; but I know now it's more.
Having yet another addiction on the Slenderman I began to visit sites shown on the videos; but when I visited the silo is when Hell broke loose.
