I Write Sins Not Tragedies (A Collection of Short Stories)

{Story 2} Slenderman 1.2

The last of the storm had finally passed by the time Alice Banner stopped along the curb outside her house.

The sky, still a misty haze of purples and greys, played a soft lullaby as raindrops fell from the awnings and lap posters overhead.

Alice shifted her duffel bag over her right shoulder, cursing herself mentally for allowing her boyfriend, Adam and his best friend to scare her before kicking her out of his car at the end of the block.

With only a week until Halloween, the streets were already lined with decorations, some of them not doing much to help ease Alice back into her serene state.

She clutched her phone in her hand and started up the stone pathway to her front porch. She paused momentarily upon hearing a gentle rustling in the large tree in her front yard.

She glanced over her shoulder at the monstrous elm, wishing for the first time in ten years that her father had cut it down years ago.

She tilted her head back a fraction, catching sight of the old treehouse her eight-year-old brother had recently taken a liking to.

She cursed quietly to herself once more, knowing if he was up there, she'd have to go and get him in the case another storm were to hit.

Dropping her bag on her doorstep with an exasperated sigh, she made her way through the wet grass. Her face twisted in annoyance at the familiar squeak of the wetness against her shoes.

She started climbing the ladder of the treehouse only a few moments later, calling up to her brother. She cried out in horror when her hand slipped from a rung, nearly falling.

Another scream crawled up her throat when she felt a strong hand grasp her forearm, her body dangling over the marshy front yard, nothing but the tight grip keeping her from hitting the ground hard and breaking a bone. She was terrified to look up at who had a hold of her; she knew without any doubt that it wasn't her eight-year-old brother.

She looked up, shaking her head and screaming again when she finally caught sight of the man that she was holding onto for dear life.

The man lacked any sort of facial features. His face was a layer of ashen skin; no eyes, mouth or nose.

After screaming for a minute, her shock took over and she started to recognize the figure her boyfriend had tortured her with stories of since the eighth grade.

"S. . .Slenderman." She croaked, unable to muster up anything else.

***AN***

Hey guys, this is just a story I wrote in Imaginative Writing at school and thought I'd publish on here! The next chapter will likely be the conclusion! Sorry for the cliffhanger!

Let me know what you guys think/thought!

~ChasingMadness24