Short Stories

My Fifth

Who’s There?

Ok, can you keep a secret? Or, anybody, that is reading this?

Hey, um... my name is Danny, I’m a 23 year old guy who just want to be left alone with no stalkers involved in my life. I’ve been stalked for at least 5 years, yes, when I going to college. Anyways, I have been stalk for 5 years and I do not know who it is. I’ve been staying up all night to see who it is, I have been going out at midnight just to see who the hell it is and not a damn clue has been left for me to have or seen.

So in the beginning when I started to see him was when I was getting ready for college and was really excited to meet a lot of friends and see a bright future ahead of me, but the first night gave me chills through my spine. I had a roommate with me,  lets call him Ian. Ian was a good old friend of mine since childhood. He was like a brother to me, I can talk and express myself to him whenever I want. But anyways, the college was near the woods, and Ian was saying that I was just imagining things that was near the woods.

At midnight when I always wake up at around 4 o'clock at midnight,  near the woods I would always see a tall faceless guy in a nice suit of his. Now, I have listened to fairy tales from my mother when I was a kid, and listened to made up stories from others  when I was in middle school but I never expected an infamous guy named Slender Man to be near the woods.

The first time I ever saw him was when he was in my backyard at my last night to sleep in my parents house. And I thought I was just imagining it so I just ignore that and went to college without thinking what would happen when I was over there. So, when I wake up around 4 o’clock at midnight, I would always be half asleep and feel like somebody's watching me. Then for some reason I would always look at my friend Ian if he was asleep. Boy he was out cold, wish I was. But I got up and to the window to see if he was out there and for some reason the first thought was Slender Man's out there.

Now, it is was funny because I guess I was 19 back then and I'm believing that he's real you know? Like I thought it was childish to believe, but half of me was wrong and the other half was right, Slenderman is real.

I saw him there just waving at me and I was just staring at him in an amazement, just wondering how is he real? Where in the living hell did he come from? When questions came floating through my mind, I was hearing sounds like, ear splitting sounds and for some reason everything, everything went black ,so I guess I fainted.

When morning came, Ian woke me up and asked me what happened and why was I sleeping on the floor and at that moment I felt like I wasn't able to move and even speak and just stared at him, I was to amazed that Slenderman was actually real, but I finally told him what happened and he thought of it as imagery.
  But when it was daytime everything felt normal, but whenever I was studying and it was past dinner time, I would feel like I was being watched and started having a bad habit of going to the window to see who's out there, even though I know he's out there. I would hear screeching noises and/or ear-splitting noises every time whenever I was alone and studying and feel nausea then faint of nowhere.

When that happen, I would wake up later still sitting at my desk that I was before and everything would feel normal until midnight again.
While that was happening, a year later I was telling Ian that it has been happening for a year and that I'm not crazy but he still didn't believe a damn word I said.
  Some months later I started becoming more down and isolated myself from everybody. I wasn't able to speak towards others, not even my parents because they still don't believe me.

Whenever I would tell my parents they think I'm going crazy and think that it might be a problem from when I was a child because the kids from middle school started making up stories about Slender Man. So that's when I departed from my parents and never told anything about it again.

When I isolated myself from everybody, Ian and I kept arguing and he kept on saying that I was going insane and that Slender Man wasn't real, at the end of our last arguing he said that he wasn't going to be my roommate anymore.
  And so I just let that be even though that was the biggest worse choice ever because I was so alone, I wasn't able to even talk to my own bestfriend Ian.

Then a couple months later, probably already the second year of staying in college, I started writing some things like Tim from Marble Hornets, yes I have watched the series when I was around 15 years old. Then that's when I could slowly feel myself going insane. I kept hearing screeching noises voices at night and then I wasn't able to get any sleep. Then later, my grades were getting lower and I started dropping out of college.
When I left to my hometown and got an apartment, my parents heard about it from my damn brother, they went to my apartment to see how I was doing. Man, they miss me dearly like they were homesick for me but they still thought I was going insane and so that's when I moved out of that hometown and abandoned my parents.

I moved a pretty amount of space between my hometown and where I was at. I started missing calls from my parents, they kept telling me that it was all I'm my head even though I was fucking right.

Now, a year later on the news, it said that my best fucking friend got murdered by a mysterious guy and the body was never to be seen. At that night I cried then a couple of months later, it said on the news my parents had been fucking murdered also by a mysterious guy and the bodies were never to be seen. I have regretted isolating myself from others ever since that day. Ever since he fucking murdered my most precious people that I know and love to death.

Now,
On to this day,
I'm here,
In my apartment,
Slowly dying in and outside,
I have been clawed and scratched to death and I can barely breath,
I'm hiding in my closet, hoping he won't find me,
I can see a shadow coming from the cracks of my closet,
He's near, I'm a goner,
He knows I'm near and in fear.

Now,
I believe,
He, the Slenderman is real and will stalk you and kill you in the right moment,
And will drive you insane.

Please,
If you or anybody, that's reading this,
Do not give in unless you are tired of trying.

Goodbye

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{So, I was wondering, was the ending good when I started to separate the words? Please give me feedback and don't forget to vote!}
4/2/17