There's Something in the Woods - A Slenderman Fanfic (COMPLETE)

Log book entry 10

The house is empty when I get back. Mum must have gone to visit dad in the hospital. Instead of just fear, I have anger burning through me. He’s messing up my life completely. I can’t tell any adults. They’ll think I’m mad. They haven’t seen him, so they won’t believe me at all. I go and make toast to eat. As I munch, I realise something. My tutor hasn’t come here in days. Where is he? I shrug it off, though, because I’d much rather not have to do work than…well, do work. After my toast, I go straight to bed. I can’t be bothered to do anything else.

Turns out my tutor hasn’t disappeared. I had to suffer a whole day of English, maths and history. By the time it was over, I had felt even more bored than I did in the morning. It really is bland without anyone of my age to talk to. I should apologise to Dieter. He’s the only person I’ve got against Slendy. I decide to go out and search for him. When I reach the river, though, he isn’t there. “That’s funny,” I whisper to myself, walking further up the bank. “Dieter is always there”. After a while, though, I remember he really has fallen out with me. I did not realise how lonely I am until I sit down where we had sat for the past week or so. How could I become so lost without just one person? I am afraid. I can’t live through this on my own. I need Dieter to help me. I finally decide I will go over to his house and apologise to him.

I walk North, deciding that I had walked down that way when I first seen the house. As I am walking, I notice that there are a lot more trees. The canopies give the floor eerie shadows, and I am starting to hate the atmosphere. Zipping up my hoodie, I pick up my pace, desperate to leave the forest. My walking soon becomes jogging. I am making good progress, when it shoots out of the ground. The pale arm pulls me to the floor, dragging me towards a hole in the bottom of the tree. I scream and try and grip onto the floor, but it’s pulling me fast. I try and kick it, grateful I am wearing my Dr Martens and not my flipflops. This doesn’t do anything either. “HELP!” I scream, frantically trying to pull myself forward. “FOR GOD’S SAKE, HELP ME!” On my stomach, I leap forward, using all my energy, and the wretched arm lets go of my ankle. I crawl away on my backside, facing it. It doesn’t look natural, it’s way too pale. Natural? It’s a freaking arm which came out of the ground trying to kill me! I can’t turn back now. I have to carry on. I’ll explain what happened to Dieter. He’ll understand.

I spend the rest of the journey keeping as far as possible from the trees, terrified something like that will happen again. Eventually, I come to the edge of the forest. A long road stretches across from it. I charge across is, and end up in a field. Dieter must live somewhere around here. I look around, walking calmly across the grass. I forgot what it was like to feel so free, out in the open; I’ve spent ages shut up in a forest. I let the wind blow through my dark hair, and take a deep breath of the fresh, cool air. I start to walk around a bit, and soon come across a brick house. Hoping it’s Dieter’s, I charge up to it.

I knock on the door. I try and make it sound polite, but I really have to talk to him. Immediately, the door yanks open. A man, about my dad’s age, is standing there. He looks quite miserable. Maybe I’ve got the wrong number? “Um…hallo…” I begin nervously, cursing myself for not checking out the phrasebook my mum got me. “Is…Dieter in?” The man, who I presume to be his dad, shakes his head forlornly. “I don’t know where he is,” he says, the sadness dominant in his deep voice. “He never came back yesterday”. This is like a dagger in the chest.

“What…what do you mean?” I ask, starting to feel concerned more than angry. “Where…is he okay?” As I say this, a woman, who may be his mother, comes up behind the man. Her eyes are bright red like she’d been crying for ages. She says something in German to the man, her voice quick and panicked. She then points at me, but the man shakes his head. The woman goes off crying again, so it’s just me and him. “Listen,” he says, sniffing. “You find my son. You look for him”. I nod, planning to do this anyway. “Yes, I will,” I promise, close to tears. “And…if he turns up. Tell him I’m sorry” I mutter. He nods, waves me goodbye, and I walk back to the forest, feeling absolutely desolate.

Dieter, come back. Please.

I spend all that evening searching through the forest, calling his name, shouting I’m sorry, can you come back, please? It starts to rain, and I’ve only got my thin hoodie. Five minutes later it turns to a downpour, and I dash back to the house, tears running freely down my cheeks now. I enter my home, but as soon as I enter, I can tell there’s something wrong. All the lights are off, which sends a chill down my spine. I make for the living room, and come across mum sitting on the sofa. She’s staring into space, not even noticing I’m there. “Mum…” I ask, getting suspicious. “What’s wrong?” This time, she looks me right in the eye, and chokes out, “It’s your father”.