Slenderman's Eight Pages And Where To Find Them

Chapter One

"Bye dad, I'll keep in touch" I said, hugging my father, which was a little awkward due to his height versus mine. "Sky, be good" he said looking me dead in the eye "I will". I grabbed my two suitcases then ran into, what seemed like, a brick wall separating platforms Nine and Ten.

I sighed in relief as I stepped onto the hidden platform, platform 9 3/4, and smiled widely as I saw the infamous crimson train. "SKY!" I heard from behind me, I spun around just to be bear hugged by a tall redhead "Hannah.... I can't breathe..." I choked out from in her grasp "He he, sorry" she giggled and let go. "Come on, I saved our compartment." She said and we weaved our way through the mass of students onto the train. After a minute or so of silence, I spoke up "I wonder who is going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts this year" She shrugged then added "At least Quirrel was a decent professor, even if he disappeared half way through the year" I silently agreed "I hope it's an actual teacher, unlike last year" I shuddered and Hannah laughed.

  ~A few hours later~

The train began to slow, but it was nowhere close to Hogwarts. Ever since it got dark, I tried to refrain from looking out the windows for an extended period of time due to what happened during the summer. "Why are we stopping, we're nowhere near the station Hannah asked as I poked my head out of the compartment, apparently others did that as well as I saw about a dozen heads or so. The train jolted and quite a few people lost their balance, including me.

The lights flickered a few times and with the temperature dropping, they shut off. "Lumos" me and Hannah muttered, casting an eerie glow on the walls. I stood against the window for support. The air seemed to be growing colder every second, our breathing was visible. The train jolted once more, opening and then closing the sliding door. Hannah stood up and locked the door to keep it from moving. I gripped mu side with my arm directly out, illuminating part of the corridor.

My breathing increased as a dark figure slowly came in front of the door, and unlocking it with what seemed, wand less magic. Images flashed through my head for the split second the being was there. A dark forest with paper on the trees, a tall, pale man looking at me from the tree line. A memory that I had hidden away surfaced,  one of my old friends screaming​ at me that it was my fault, and that they should never have met. I tried to push everything back, but I was still in a trance like state of mind with one word written on my face. 
Fear...