(COMPLETE) The Legend of TinderWood (A Slenderman Story)

Prologue

[Prologue]

Before the story starts, there are a few things you should know.

First off, some people. There's me; my name is Tim. I am in my teen years, and have chocolate brown hair and matching brown eyes. I like old books/journals, the woods, and misfits from my school. I DISlike new technology, preps at school, and anything pink or neon. I almost always wear my yellow-orange jacket. Mainly because my dad gave it to me before he died. Most of the old books I get come from my mom, my friend Brian, or pawn shops.

Brian has been my nest friend since kindergarten, and I have no problem with admitting my crush on him. He has caramel-brown hair (that is ALWAYS covering his left eye) and a miraculous eye color of red-brown tie dye. Like a blood tornado swirled with a chunk of melted chocolate. He likes video games, making cam-corder videos, and I THINK he likes me. Me and him have the exact same dislikes.

My mom travels alot, digging up historical documents and/or artifacts. If she ever finds a book or journal in the process, she gives it to me when she sees me. We barely see each other, which is why I live with my grandma ("Gama" for short).

Gama is the lord of all grandmas. She lets Brian come over and stay the night whenever, allowing us to dig in her yard for "buried treasure" that doesn't exist. To add to her amazingness: she lives on ten acres of land, bakes cookies that deserve the "Grammy Award," and has enough sweets to feet every starving child in Africa. She could actually do that!

Second thing to know, the town I live in; TinderWood. A dinky little town that's 70% woodland, 20% houses or fields, and 10% haunted places.

Third is TinderWood's legend. The legend goes like this:

A long time ago, there was a man named Michael Tinder. He wandered the country in search of the perfect place to call home. One day, he found that perfect place. A small clearing in the middle of the woods. He built a cabin, started a small town, and lived his life. A week after the cabin was built, Micheal was out cutting wood for a fire when he saw a man. The man, as Micheal saw, stood around eight feet tall. He was dressed as a gentleman, his skin as white as snow. The man's face was......well, it was gone. There wasn't a single feature that reminded anyone that it was a face. Just blankness, there. Story goes to tell that Micheal went missing soon after.

That is the end of the legend, but I can't help but feel that there is more to this story. Like a page or two missing from a book.

Anyways, now that you know more about me, my mom, Brian, TinderWood, and the legend, the story can begin. The story starts like any other story. Once upon a time.....