Creepypasta ramblings

Sepration was the best idea.....

Ashley ran, to where she didn't know, just anywhere where she would be alone. "I'm not a baby." she yelled at a tree, before sitting down on the ground. "I know she can and probably is a killer, but she'd never hurt me, right?" she asked the ground "Well, most of us had that happen. When we realized our insanities, we hurt our loved ones." A voice called through the forest. "Who's there?" Ashley yelled, looking around "Relax young one. It is I, Slender." Ashley calmed down a bit, but was still on edge. "Do you agree with them? That I need to leave." she asked, hurt in her voice. "I do. And I do not. I believe you could fend her off. But I don't need her bawling when she finds out she hurt you. I'd suggest you go to her house. Prevent many lives from being in danger." Ashley nods, but continues "But Helen is s...." "He's thinking of staying away for a bit. She won't hurt us. But she'll try. We need to keep her loved ones away for a bit. Until she settles down." She nods. "How long?" she asks. "Until you can come back." She nods again. "About a week or two." "Okay, thanks. I'll be going now." Ashley said, before turning to walk to the town. It started to rain about halfway to town, "Dang rain. Why does it always show up when people are sad?" Ashley started running so she wouldn't be soaked.
Ashley had just gotten inside before the real storm had started up. Thunder boomed, and lightning flashed.
Ashley's POV
When I finally get home I'm not wet enough that I'd need to change. I jump on the couch and grab the remote. Seconds after I turn the tv on, the power goes out. I'm terrified of the dark. When I was young my parents would torment me about the monsters in the dark then lock me in a dark room for fun. It doesn't help now that I know killers are real. I scream and then start whining like a baby, almost crying. I'm too scared to even go get a flashlight. I can't move my legs and my heart is racing. 'Get a hold of yourself! You're a sixteen year old girl who's afraid of the dark!' I think. I get five seconds of courage and run to the kitchen. It's pitch black. I walk over to where the counter is. I open the drawer that has the flashlights. I rummage around in it, but can't feel the flashlights. "Come on!" I whine, tearing up. I hear a creak and look over my shoulder. I thought I saw light for a second. I turn my attention back to finding a flashlight. Finally I feel a flashlights. I pick it up. Then I hear another creak and turn around, dropping my flashlight. I can't see anything in the dark. I quickly go to the ground and try to find the flashlight. I just feel the smooth tile floor. My hand finally grips it again. I stand up and flick the switch. Nothing happens. I flick it again. And again. And again. I toss it back in the drawer, and lean against the counter to face the noises. I hear yet another creak, this time in the same room. Lightning flashes and I can see the outline of a person standing near the doorway. I sink to the ground. I can feel my hand uncontrollably shaking. I hear footsteps right in front of me. I start crying. Then the power comes back on.