Slender man Little Raven Boy x Boy

Jake POV

I cuddle down into my plush bed sheets, waiting patiently for sleep to come. My eyes constantly scanned the wall of my bedroom using what little light the moon gave me. The knot in my stomach grew tighter, another night of sleep meant seeing him in my dreams again. Every night since my friend Jasmine told me about the slenderman story, he had appeared in the corner of my eye. That slender body of his pale white skin and no face The thought of him made me shiver, the way he felt me up in my dreams becoming more realistic as the nights passed.

"Come on Jake he's not real" I lied quetly to myself thinking maybe tonight I would have a moment to rest from the entity that plagued my mind. Forcing my eyes shut I thought of the most calming places to be, a meadow sounded nice enough. I imagined the swaying grass, flowers of every color, a constant slow breath that carried the scent of flowers.  I slipped away into the realistic peace my mind created.
"Hello again my little raven" a voice that sounded all too familiar, it was him.

The Slender man. I turned abruptly to face him; the wind turned icy cold and blew harder. I begin to shier but he was perfectly calm. He smiled widely cocking his head to one side when I gave him my best glare.
"Who are you?" I sounded tough but by the way he laughed I must have whimpered at some point. The grass that made his shirt stands out and, it spread around me. The peaceful meadow in seconds was a dry waste land of dead grass, a black sky with one large moon hovering above you in dead silence.

"So many nights we've been together and you still can't remember my name~?" he said with a sense of false pity only a jerk could muster. He glaring at me, an ominous aura that had always surrounded him spread to me. The sense of dread and anger it carries felt as if it was clawing up and squeezing my heart.
"Just stay away from me" I quivered taking a step back, the dried, dead grass crunched under my bare feet. His chuckled turned into a psychotic laughter.

"No" he said coldly that echoed throughout the dead meadow, no matter which way I twisted my head he was just out of sight. Then silence. Warm breath blew against the back of my neck, my body prickled with goose bumps. I felt dazed from spinning my head so fast I had turned slowly to face him. With my arms clasped tightly against my chest, I stared up at his face. A tentacle wrap around my hand and pulling me up towards him, 'This is all a dream!' I screamed in my head as a red blush scorched my cheeks. A sharp nail traced along my jaw line, mouth opened up to reveal sharp pointed teeth for you to see.