I drove through the dark road in my car, the rain was hard today, and there were trees all around the road, I was driving to get to my house after a long day at work. I work at a Subway restaurant, I had to clean a lot that day.
I was driving for a while when I came across something on the side of the road, there was some kind of note which looked like it was taped to a tree, I got out of the car out of curiosity and read the note, it said "HELP ME" on it in big black letters, it looked to be scribbled on there in a really insane kind of way. I was a little creeped out as I lifted my head up and looked at my surroundings, before deciding to get back into my car. I got inside and jumped in the driver's seat and turned on some music, it was some nice piano music, nice and soothing.
I continued driving down the rain-soaked road, listening to the soft piano music, I continued through when I came across something, it was another car, it was blue and one of the windows was busted, the car looked abandoned like it's been there for days. I drove by the car slowly looking at it, there was no one inside of it, I got a bad feeling from that car like something was watching me. I was still looking at the car when I bumped into something, I looked up to see another car, this one was red, and this one looks equally abandoned.
The creepy part about those two cars was that I could feel someone else's presence, something was there, probably hiding in the trees, or in one of those cars.
I decided to just continue on, I didn't want to risk getting murdered by someone. The fact that those two cars were abandoned made me feel unsafe.
I swear I thought I heard something in my backseat, but when I looked back I didn't see anyone or anything. After a few minutes, I swear I thought I heard someone say "Hello." to me. But when I looked around I didn't see anyone, I don't know how I would have heard it anyway, because the rain was hard, and was pouring down hard and loudly. Maybe I had a hallucination, and I was just tired. Maybe.
There was someone on the road, right in front of my car, I don't actually know if it was a man or a woman, but I could clearly see a person standing in the middle of the road, facing down at the ground. The person's skin was tinted blue, he or she had long black hair which reached its elbows, and the person was overly skinny, I could see its ribs, the person's hair covered its face but I had a creeping feeling that it didn't have any eyes.
It just stood there, making small groaning sounds that were slightly muffled by the pouring rain. The person was slightly twitching so much, it disturbed me greatly.
I was frozen in fear staring at this thing just standing there. I didn't know what to do. I then thought that I should just continue driving, so I did, I passed by the skinny person and continued on, seeing another abandoned car on the left part of the forest by the road, this car, however, had its headlights on, and there was a person standing in front of that car, this person looked the same as the other skinny one, but this one had shackles on, and this one had short black hair instead of long black hair.
I looked ahead past that person and saw that there was another person in the forest, this one only had one arm, and a black liquid dripped out of the missing arm. That one had glowing yellow eyes.
I looked to the other one in front of the car, this one was way different from the others, it looked like the first one, but slightly taller, and it wore a white wedding dress, and this one had a mouth that stretched out farther than a person's mouth can usually open, and inside of the mouth was just blackness, it wasn't long before I realized that its mouth was just filled with the black liquid, so filled I could hear it gurgling louder than the rain falling from the dark clouds.
This dress-wearing one stared at me with no eyes, just empty dark voids where the eyes should be, it continued gurgling the black liquid, some of it fell out of the thing's overflowing mouth, I nearly puked at the disgusting sight, and I noticed how long its arms were, its arms were as tall as half of its body, its arms almost reached the ground.
I was really paralyzed in utter terror at this point, the way the thing stared, I felt colder than ever, I felt like I was going to be dragged away into darkness and never see the light of day again. I snapped out of my dark thoughts when the thing ran at me with its arms outstretched, I quickly pressed my foot into the pedal and pushed forward, hitting the thing and knocking it down and under the car, I continued driving in hopes that I would make it to my house, but I lost all hope when I came across a whole army of those things blocking the road, and there were even some in the forest, all staring right at me with their evil, glowing eyes.
I felt sick, scared, but I felt sad too, I felt depressed, the feeling was horrible, I felt like there was nothing to live for anymore. I don't even matter at all. This is the end for me anyway, I should just accept my fate, there's no reason to fight.
I lifted my head, staring at this new figure, right in front of my car now. A tall, pale man, wearing a dark, black suit with a red tie. The man looked to be about 8 feet tall, looking down at me. But, it had no face. it had no hair, no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no ears, nothing. Its face was empty, it had no face. This tall thing had large black tendrils coming out of its back, wiggling like worms.
This Slender Man took one step toward my car, making a loud BOOM sound, shaking the ground and echoing loudly in the forest. I whimpered, horrified, as the thing took another giant step toward my car, the tendrils came out from his back, and wrapped around my car, squeezing my car as hard as it could, slowly crushing the car, with me in it, slowly crushing my bones, killing me... Slowly.
Though I died horribly, I am not gone, I'm still here. I'm forever cursed to wander these desolate roads, pain, endless pain. I feel it every day. Now, I'm like the others, just a Lost Soul wandering... Someone... HELP ME.
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