Poem by: quotev.com/25904802 Another Great One! :3
With his hollow mouth,
he gives you a faltered grin.
You can run north or south,
but he will always win.
You can say your prayers,
you can say goodbyes.
At the end of the day,
you know he's not a lie.
People'll think you're joking,
people'll think it's fake.
But you know inside your heart,
your death is made by fate.
So, everyone will have to face the music,
they'll run while they can.
That's why we call him,
The 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.
