With a face so blank and eyes so white,
Most people don't know when he's there.
It doesn't matter if it's day or night.
He doesn't seem to really care.
He's always silent with outstretched arms,
And as much as it horrifies you,
It looks as though he will bring no harm,
Comforting his victims who don't know what he'll do.
He waits in the darkest of shadows,
Making people look in fear.
Like as if they're facing the gallows.
Because of him many people disappear.
No matter who you are, look whenever you can.
For he may be right there, the one they call Slenderman.
YOU ARE READING
Slenderman Tales (Some my own, from a website, and from fans)
ParanormalHe know's where you are. He can hear you, smell your fear and sweat, sense your every move. Stop. Don't breathe. Don't think. He might hear you. These stories are from my quotev account.
