CreepyPasta's Stories

Slender Man

There was once a man and his son, who lived all alone in the woods. The man was a very tall, blank-faced man with a suit on. He would be disturbing to the human eye if ever seen. His son was very similar in appearance, albeit shorter. Together, the two lived a good life all by themselves.

One day, the son drew a picture for his father. On it was what looked to be his father standing in front of some poorly drawn trees. The father thought it was beautiful nonetheless, and decided to nail it to a giant tree in the middle of a spaced area in their woods. The two sat and hugged for a bit, enjoying each other's company.

However, later that evening, another man - a human - came traveling toward the tree. The son and his father hid behind the huge tree's trunk and on the opposite side of the drawing, which was fortunately easy for them due to their extreme thinness. They heard the human approach closer and closer to the tree, shining its flashlight around the area. It seemed to have noticed the nailed drawing because the tall man and son heard the paper rip a bit. Afterward, they didn't hear much until the human's footsteps started up again.

Once it was far enough away for the man and son to conversate, the son asked his father, "What happened to my drawing?" The man began to walk around the trunk to find the nail and a very small, torn piece of paper hanging from it. The young son started to cry, but his father began to comfort him as best he could. "Don't worry, son. I'll go ask the man for it back, okay?" the man asked his son. His son nodded and the man steadily went after the human.

Once the tall man saw a glimpse of a flashlight's beam, he immediately extracted several long, black tentacles from his back and started using them to travel faster toward the human. He seemed to have broken a twig on the ground, because the human turned around, shining its blinding light toward the man.

Immediately, the man retracted his tentacles and stood there, painfully still before the human's light hit him. Once it did, and the human saw, it seemed to stagger backward and run the opposite way. The man started to chase after him again.

The man was getting close to the human. He could tell because whenever his tentacles almost touched the human, it or something it had began emitting some sort of static sound. The man assumed it had a video camera, because he knew he had had that effect on recorders. The sound grew louder and louder as time progressed, but the human started to sprint into a nearby building, terrified.

He had no idea what was following him, and figured he could hide from it in the building he saw far to his left. But once he entered, there was only a small series of hallways and two or three average-sized rooms. The place was coated in tiles - the floor, wall and ceiling - providing just a little more light in the room he decided to rest in.

However, in all the safety he felt he was in, he knew he was still being followed by... it. Whatever it was. The small glance he took at the horrendous being revealed that it was another man - with the suit and everything - but with some strange, blank face. No eyes, no mouth.

He concentrated hard on what he remembered to figure out if it was anything he'd seen before, but just then, he heard small stepping sounds approaching his tiled room. He quickly pannicked and left the room, walking down the hallway opposite from where the sounds were coming from.

His video recorder started glitching again and his flashlight batteries ran out of power, so he tossed it over to the floor and readied his camera and its small, dull light; he figured that whatever it was, he'd get footage of it to tell what it was later - if he could.

Still quivering with fear, he slowly tiptoed backward, sort of recording the wall in front of him, what with the camera still glitching. After three or so steps, he bumped into something tall and hard. He'd prayed it was the wall behind him, but didn't feel the smoothness of tiles. Instead, he felt a sort of silk. Manning up for a brief moment, he quickly turned around and saw the same blank face he had seen before. He screamed in terror as he filmed its face, but knew that he would be at an end soon. As he watched the human stare at him, unable to move, he extracted his tentacles yet again and took the life of the creature. After its death, the man's tentacles disappeared as he stomped on the camera, breaking it. He stretched his arm long enough to pick up the folded paper that had fallen out of its back pocket, only to see that it had been stained slightly in blood. He left the building and started walking home, trying to rub off the stains and preparing to show his son the drawing he'd taken back from the human who politely gave it to him.