Slenderman Tales (Some my own, from a website, and from fans)

Don't Breathe.

Don't breathe.

Don't breathe.

Don't breathe.

I exhale slowly when the room starts to spin.  

Hands pressed up tight against the walls, so hard my palms hurt, all my body soaked with sweat, everywhere numb with fear but also with the knowledge that once he finds me I will no longer be numb, I will be able to feel every horrifying, disgusting thing he does to me.

I hope he kills me quickly.

I can't see.  It's so dark.  The lights are gone.  He must have done it.  I would flip a light switch, but the sound will let him know I'm here.  Not that he doesn't know anyway.  He always knows.  Always sees me.  Eveywhere.  Besides, it wouldn't work.  If he can make my camera go batshit insane he can certainly kill the lights.

click.  clack.  click.  Sounds like tap shoes.  I wonder if he dances?

The mental image almost makes me giggle.  Almost

The door next to the room I'm in creaks open.

My sister's room.

"Please God, please don't let him take my sisters."

click.  clack.  click.  shriek.  yell.  struggle.  a gurgling noise of a blood-flooded throat begging for mercy.

Hatred burns in the pit of my stomach.  

He knows I can hear.  He's doing this for fun.  He's doing this to taunt me.  He's doing this to make me more afraid.  I'm paralyzed with fear despite the pain in my heart.  

Damnit I am a horrible sister.  I said I'd protect them.  I said I'd...

click.  clack.  click.  One sister down.  I can hear him start on the other.

She screams louder.  Fights harder.  I hope she wins.  I hope so desperately that she succeeds.  I hope that...

Suddenly the noises she was making stop.

No.

Was she hoping for big sis to come and save her?

The door to their room creaks open, and then closed.  He's done with them.  He's coming for me instead.

I run to the window and I try to rip it open.  It's stuck.

I scream when the black thing wraps around my waist.

I hadn't heard him open the door.

Idiot, idiot, idiot!  You should have been watching!  You know that he can't move as fast when something's watching him!  The act of observing interfered with the observed.  That was what they said, right?  Right?

I can't think.  Can't remember.  

Had he teleported into my room?  Fazed?  What's the lingo his kind use for this sort of thing?  His kind?  Are their many of him, or just one?  I hope it's just one.  Oh God do I hope it's just one.

The black thing tightens.  I can't breathe.

click.  clack.  click.

He's coming closer.

The room spins and I collapse, dizzy from mind-numbing fear and lack of oxygen.  He is crushing my ribs.

I don't want to see his face.  In the pictures, on the camera it was always blank, but some say that he looks different to everyone, that a camera can't capture his image so it comes out blank.  

click.  clack.  click.

Crack.  

My rib.  It hurts my lungs.  I can't breathe.  Tears sting at my eyes.  

I don't want to see him.

But he leans over me, anyway.

I turn my face into the carpet, but I can't help but flinch away from the other black thing when it touches my face, and I see him.

Oh god, I see him.

And then I don't see anything at all.