Slendy's little girl

Slendy's little girl

Chapter 1

I was only six, yet I remember it so clearly. A strange man, with no face. My brother was holding my hand, he was scared, yet it was his idea to trust the man and follow him into the woods.

As we got further and further into the woods, we started to see things. My older brother who was only eight started crying. There were body parts stuffed into plastic bags. I was too young to really understand what that meant, so I seemed unafraid. My brother, Josh, on the other hand started to cry. Slender man killed him right in front of me.

I hated my brother at the time, so I laughed; I guess I was kind of a jerk. Slender man was surprised. He picked me up in one of his tentacles and held me upside down. I grabbed on and positioned myself right-side up. He put me back down and led me by the hand.

A few people saw me as I let go of his hand and wandered. I ran right back to Slender man thinking he knew them. He saw them and did....things to those people.

That as the first time I was responsible for a death. I had no idea that plenty more would come.

Ten years have passed, today is my sixteenth birthday. My name is Eve, or at least that's what Slender man named me. I can understand him, it's like we have some sort of connection. I can hear what he wants to say to me as long as he is close enough. His voice is cold and drafty, like an uncomfortable winter's chill. But to me, it is warm like the fireplace used to get rid of it.

It is warm because it is home.

I was walking through the woods with one of my friends who is a proxy. Some were forced into it, but most chose to be a servant. My choice wasn't really a choice. I would tell myself, "be glad he didn't kill you." I still remember my brother's scream-no. I don't want to think about it. I've tried not to think about it since it happened.

"Hey Eve," she ask , "Did you hear what I said?"

"No, sorry," I say as we walk.

"I said," she repeats, "If you could have one thing for your birthday, what would it be? A bike? A tee shirt? A scissor? Your hair is really uneven."

"Gee, thanks," I say rolling my eyes, "That's so kind Neckbreaker." Neckbreaker is her proxy name. She was wearing a uniform from a hair salon when my dad first saw her, so I'm guessing she was a stylist.

"What would you want?"

"For you to go away." She laughs.

"Seriously though." I would want to erase the memory of the outside world, I would erase the memory of my parents' faces. I would erase them so I could truly love my murderous dad.

"A black and purple hoodie," I answer. (That would be nice.)

"Why are you always so mysterious, Eve?" she asks, "I would call you mystery, but Slender-Man wouldn't like that. Plus there is a proxy named Mystery."

"So, what do you think of the new proxy?"

"You mean that guy with the dyed red hair? He's ok I guess. Hey, I better go," Neckbreaker says turning around.

"Bye," I say. After she leaves I look around and realize I am too close to where the human's are.

I know every part of these woods by heart, so getting back is easy.

"Hey!" I hear someone say. I turn around and see a dark figure. The only friends I have our proxies (and I'm only aloud to talk to them for a short time.)

He gets closer and it's a boy.

"Do you know where the gate is?" he asks. I stare into his grey eyes. I quickly look around, Dad isn't here. I quickly lead him to the gate.

"You can never come back," I say helping him get to the other side.

"Want help getting to this side?" he asks. I can't, Slendy will find me.

"I need to stay here," I say. Slendy never comes out this far unless looking for people, and he doesn't do that anymore, he uses proxy's as bait.

"I'm Damien," he says, "Or Dar for short."

"I'm Elvira," I say, "Or Eve for short."

"How often do you come here?" he asks.

"I'd rather not answer that."

"It's kind of fun talking to you through the fence, but why don't you get out? It's not very safe in the woods. Countless people have gone missing. In fact, today's the birthday of one of them." My eyes widen, they haven't forgotten.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah, she was only six. Her and her older brother were last seen playing near the woods. I wonder what they look like now."

"Please, stop!" My brother yelled, "Tell him to stop!"

"We should talk tomorrow," Damien says.

"Sure, what time?" I ask (I have a watch in my 'room' and a few proxy's carry them.)

"How about three?"

"In the afternoon, right?" He laughs, I don't know why, but I find it kind of reviving. I'm so used to gloom, a bit of sunshine can't hurt.

"No duh," he says. I can only see one eye because his dark hair covers the other. My violet eyed meet his grey ones.

"Goodbye," I say running off.