The Creepy Truth About Creepypasta

"It's just a symbol.."

I live near a small stretch of woods. Technically, it's called a park because there's a clearing and a tar path and a very small plywood bridge over a stream. Picture a giant rectangle for the clearing. On the right side is the road, the left side is the woods and stream. Those woods in particular are very peaceful, what with the stream and trees. It's usually very green and just alive in the spring, summer, and beginning of fall seasons. It is now December 3rd, and most of the snow from the previous storm had melted. Everything looked dead, but it was still pretty in my eyes.

I had gotten a Polaroid camera for my 16th birthday, and today was the first day I got to test it out. I was in those woods. Now, the clearing is the first thing you see when you get to the woods, its right next to the road. It's basically a giant hill, kid's sled on it when there's snow. There's a path that leads across the small plywood bridge, its about four feet wide if I had to guess.

Normally, that's where I would cross and then walk down my the steam, but my dumbass decides to walk down the side of the hill that's in the woods. This side is a hell of a lot steeper, and leads straight into the shallow ad more rocky part of the stream. It's very slippery, so a few feet down I start to slide. My feet run and stumble to try and stop, but it's no use. I fall face forward and somersault twice. I somehow manage to land on my feet in a small potion of sand and packed dirt. I brush off as much of the sand and dirt as I can from my knees, but you can still see it on my black jeans.

I wasn't supposed to be down in the woods in the first place. My dad hates it when I go down there alone. But there was no turning back now. I walked over to the part of the stream where I could cross over to a less think part of the woods. As soon as I hope on the first rock, one of the many bushes behind me rustles once. "It's just a bunny." I tell myself, even though it startled me. I continue on, following the stream and snapping a picture here and there when I get to a long cement tube. This tube runs underneath the highway, and there's a ton of graffiti inside. I took a picture of it, then went inside.

There was just a small trickle of water inside here, so I could easily walk around it. When I got to the end, the tiny tickle of water empties out in a small waterfall to the deepest part of the stream. To my immediate right, the was an old fallen log that lead up a steep hill to a grouping of skinny trees. I climbed up that, carful not to drop the camera, and as soon as I got to the top took a picture.

But something was wrong.

There were these symbols carved into every tree. Some were drawn, others were painted. The symbol was the infamous circle with an X through it. Slenderman's symbol. "It's just a symbol." I told myself a few times. I took a picture of them nevertheless. I continued on and then came upon another tunnel, this one smaller and metal. I walked through that, having to crouch a little. I cam out of the tunnel then climbed up another small hill, and came up to train tracks.

They were empty, and bordered on each side my very thick woods. I was tired, and I didn't really feel like continuing. I've been through these many, many times before and knew exactly where they emptied out. I stood in the middle of the tracks, centering the camera, took a picture, then began waking home, following the tracks.

I had only gotten a few feet down the tracks before I saw a flash of something orange to my right. I backtracked a few paces, but whatever it was, it was gone. "It's probably just one of those construction flags or something." I told myself, then continued home.

When I got home, I took out the pictures and looked them over. I set aside the one with the Proxy symbol trees, and the one of the train tracks. Something was wrong with them. In the one with the trees, there was some sort of figure, a man if I had to guess. He was incredibly tall, with thin legs and arms and no face. The train track picture was just the same. I was Slenderman himself. No doubt.

Any ideas on what I should do?