Creepypasta Child Scenarios

Prologue

An angry rain fell from black skies, pelting every window in little rivers.

The mansion rested, hidden behind the thickness of trees and brush. It'd remained unknown to the human world for centuries; homing monsters and wicked spirits and bad fortune. This forest appeared to be like all the others; warm with tall trees, scattered lakes and wildlife.

A peaceful separate world. So serene and inviting. Right?....Right?

Wrong! In fact, you couldn't be more wrong!

Why?

Well for starters, the place is known as Slender Woods. The experienced know exactly what's up with this forest and they know better than to go trespassing where they aren't welcome. Besides, how stupid would you have to be to go gallivanting through a forest that belonged to a terrifying supernatural being known as Slenderman?? That's right my friends. Slenderman and his little band of hell-spawns reside in that very forest.

Said hell-spawns adore the hunting game and the inexperienced often learn this lesson the hard way...

Anyway, it's nearing 2:30 in the morning when our little 'adventure' begins.

In an empty mansion, past the heavy wooden doors, down the maze of hallways, through countless door frames (which held all sorts of surprises...), and with all the luck in the world, you very well may come across a little room. A hidden sanctuary that remains a secret from even the right hand man of the household.

A room where ancient scriptures, scrolls and charms sit on splintering shelves, layers upon layers of dust blanket the untouched books and journals, and intricate cobweb masterpieces could be found in every corner. This room was as old as the Master himself. And for years, he's stayed away from this haven to tend to his growing 'family'. He kept it under lock and key, pushing it's existence from his mind....until right now...

(Slenderman's P.O.V)

'There's nothing wrong with a little practice.'

'This is just a test...'

'You've got to do this. To protect them.'

Taking a deep breath, I was greeted by the smells of old books and lost time. Pleasant and certainly nostalgic. How many lifetimes had been spent in this place? How many had passed since last I've been here?

I ran my fingers over a few scrolls, disturbing the dust that covered them. I was just here for a bit of practice, to make sure that I'm still capable of magical talents.

"Let's see. Should probably start out small...the basics." I muttered, reading the various fading labels.

'Levitation?...No thanks. Being extremely tall and possessing the ability to fly is the dumbest combination out there.'

'A ouija board? Fuck that. Fuck all sorts of that!!! Not in a million years. Why do I even own one of these??'

After about ten minutes, I figured what an easier task than that of element manipulation! It's simple! Doesn't get more basic than that.

I set the scroll down on a podium and cracked my knuckles. Game time. Here we go! I can totally What have we here??

It appeared to be a summoning spell of a sort. And given the fact that it'd been written down on black paper, this was probably something you didn't want to summon...Perfect...

The handwriting was certainly not mine and I couldn't remember a time when it could have been given to me. But I'll dwell on it later. There were no warning labels or a demand for blood, so why no give it a go? It has to be more interesting than messing around with elements, right? Besides, what's the worst that could happen??

I took a deep breath and concentrated. When working with magic, it was extremely important to be stress-free .

First rule of magic- Get your shit together. Your emotions can seriously alter the final result of a spell, believe me.

I forced myself to forget about the chaos that came with every day until finally a thick cloud of dark energy emitted from my hands, lacing around my fingertips like a silk ribbon.

Worst case scenarios: I burn the house down...or summon a soul-sucking demon. It would definitely be one or the other.

I recited a few of the words on the page, reading it to the best of my ability. I must've done something right...especially since that chicken scratch began to glow...

"We're ba---We're back boss!!"

"Hehehe!! Come out, come out wherever you are!!!"

Oh. My. God.

'Not now! Please universe for the love of all things holy, do not let them disturb me.'

I tried to focus, I had to. One little slip up could make for an incredibly bad night. But all of the noise that the children were making proved to be one hell of a distraction...Clanking dishes, the deafening volume of the television, the bickering...

"For god sakes." I growled. The trail of energy became uneasy, contorting itself in all kinds of ways and glowing brighter and brighter as my irritation rose.

Then with a blinding flash and the shattering of the room's single light bulb...it vanished.

My hands dropped and I stood there in the darkness, taking my time to curse each and every one of my wretched house guests. But honestly, I really should've seen this coming.

"Well, so much for that." I sighed and let myself out.

Second rule of magic...never under any circumstances, let your work go unfinished...