Let Love Bleed Red ~Creepypasta~

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I reached the edge of the woods again and turned around. I solemnly stared at the world I left behind. I belong to the darkness now. Should I feel sad? Quite frankly, I'm the happiest I've ever been. Most people are devastated after losing a parent or a best friend. Oh, well.

After an hour of aimlessly walking, I saw a shadowy figure swoop by. It looked like a man, but a very very large one. Before I could think about the figure any longer, a long black tentacle slammed me on the side tof the head. I heard the words, "Goodnight, my child." and then I blacked out.

I woke up in a bright white room. I was nakedly chained to the wall and had a pounding headache. Where was I?

The shadowy figure of a man crept into the room, but it was no man at all. It was an extremely tall creature dressed in a suit. He had a smooth white face and long treacherous tentacles.

He turned to me and said, "I haven't properly introduced myself. You may call me Slenderman."

"Alright, Slenderman. Can you please explain to me, WHY THE FUCK I'M IN HERE?" I loudly exclaimed.

Slenderman chuckled, "Child, you ventured into my territory. You saw things you shouldn't have seen. You do not belong here."

"I don't belong anywhere. I didn't venture in 'your territory' it's the woods for god's sake. Everyone comes back here."

"Yes, but not everyone becomes an acquaintance with savage killers on their journey out here. Which is why, I must take matters into my own hands."

"Oh, I get it. So, you're gonna kill me, is that it? Well, let's get the show on the road! Why haven't you done it yet? Just finish me."

Slenderman replied, "Where's the fun in that?"

Slenderman slowly turned around and grabbed a barrel filled with a clear liquid. "Hydrochloric Acid. It'll burn your human skin to a crisp, and you can watch yourself slowly fall apart."

Slenderman explained.

My heart was beating so fast it nearly jumped out of my chest. I struggled to free myself from the chains but they were unbreakable. Slenderman held the barrel above my head and said, "Sweet dreams, dearest Emma."