Falling In Love With Slenderman

Chapter Nine

A/N: Pm me if you'd like to give suggestions and I'll put your profile in a chapter :) **thank you to katvoshere for the motivation you're amazing and I appreciate the support <33**

My heart skipped a beat. Tall Man, I knew it was him. Does he just stand around waiting for me to say something?

I pick up the note, it looks torn and yellowed around the edges. I've never noticed how beautiful his calligraphy swirled and danced across the paper. Stop being weird. It's just some scribbled letters.

I excitedly raised the paper to eye level and quickly devoured the words on the paper.

Dearest Brooklyn,

I want you to see me. Terribly I want you to see me but I don't want you to be afraid. If you can assure me that my appearance won't change what you think of me, we will meet.

Your friend,

-Tall Man

Nervous butterflies erupted in my stomach. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

I exhale slowly. I take a breath in and expel the air out of my lungs again. I close my eyes. I squeeze them closed tightly and start to see white spots on the inside of my eyelids. The room is swirling in shades of blue and pink, the walls have turned upside down and begin to fall. I don't see it but I feel it. I hear a quiet whistle of the wind and it gets slightly louder. Then louder again, and louder until I can't hear anything, feel anything, except the vibrations in my ears. My head feels like mush but I feel like I'm flying and I should be terrified but, I'm calm.

"Open your eyes Brooklyn," a sweet voice echoes out to me. I slowly allow my eyelids to flutter open.

I'm not in my house anymore. I'm in a room with blank, colourless walls but it smells like rainbows and feels like cotton candy and tastes like clouds.

"Are you afraid?" I shake my head. "Turn around," whispers the soft voice. I cautiously turn my body to the opposite wall and see, what do I see? A man, who wraps me in a blanket of darkness, a creature who belongs to the moon. He darkens the rainbow-cotton candy-cloud walls but not devouring the light. More like dancing with it, to a harmonious song, bodies entwined and beautifully spinning in synch.

I feel my feet moving, and spinning and I feel light. I feel like I'm flying, gliding across the floor, feet hovering gracefully. I feel warmth where hands hold my own. I look at this man, this creature, and I look hard. Something isn't right but in the best way and I want to stay here forever.

"Close your eyes now Brooklyn," he, Tall Man, whispers, "I'll be here when you open them, really open them, again." My eyelids slowly close as the silent music begins to slow. I'm floating, on water in a boat, away, away.

My eyes snap open as I sit straight up and realize I'm in my bedroom. Was that even real?

A/N: Was this too cheesy?