Cammy
If you’re reading or listening to this, you obviously like creepy pastas and if you like creepy pastas, you know about Slenderman. You don’t even have to read about pastas to know about the unnaturally tall, pale, faceless figure that dresses rather nicely for a demon that abducts children. Now we all know it’s not actually Slender who does the dirty work, it’s his “workers” or proxies.
Some of his proxies are much more well-known than others, but they all play the same role as to what their jobs are. They’re the ones that lure and sacrifice children for Slender. Wait a second. Why only children? Maybe it’s because they taste sweeter. Or what about the fact they’re much easier to get than adults? Maybe it’s all fake, just to scare children of strangers and random notes on trees.
Actually, he does take adults too. Now why don’t we hear about this? It’s probably just because that’s not how the tale is told. We hear about kids getting their photo taken with a tall unknown figure in the background and then go missing. We view adults as our protectors, as our shields from the dark mean forces that lie beyond the walls of our own house.
But what happens when our parents are in just as much danger as us? We don’t really think of it like that, do we? We see it as when our parents look under the bed or in the closet, the monsters get scared and run away. That’s just a mask for the real truth. In reality, parents are just as afraid as we are.
I’m here to tell you about a proxy that takes the parents and not the children, so that they are even more vulnerable for the taking. Slender likes fear in the hearts of his victims, it’s what he thirsts for and what’s more scary than you being left in a house all alone and knowing your parents are dead, with a group of psychotic teens trying to get you to sacrifice you to their leader?
This proxy’s name is Cammy. Yes, I know how stupid that sounds. You’re probably thinking this is a hoax and you have the right, I’m not telling you to think one way, I’m telling you the truth and informing you that when your parents comfort you that everything is alright, it’s not. It’s not alright. You’re not safe under your blankets or with a night light on. I’m telling you from self-experience.
He didn’t name himself, that’s not how it works. His real name was Cameron. Cammy is what the children tell the cops when they ask “Who killed your parents?” or “What happened?” The response is always the same “It was Cammy”.
Cammy or Cameron was actually from a very normal family. He grew up with an older brother and a younger sister. His dad was a firefighter and his mom was a bartender at a sports bar. At the time, before he went insane, he was actually a very happy child. He was smart and in the National Junior Honor’s society in 9th grade.
He played baseball in the summer and ran cross country in the fall. He was everyone’s friend and everyone adored his company. I was his best friend at the time. It was toward the end of our freshman year when he started talking and drawing these weird symbols. An “O” with and “X” through it and how he doesn’t have eyes, but watches.
Originally I thought he was just being funny and trying to play a prank, like the time he didn’t talk for a week and I thought something hit him in the head or something. However, if it was, he took it further than I would have expected. He grew pale over time and a cold sweat followed, it was like he was sick.
Then he started missing days, constantly it seemed. He only came once, maybe twice a week just to leave early. Then he disappeared, I tried calling him and he would answer, but he didn’t say anything. I just kept asking where he was, what’s going on, but he never said anything. Then came static, like he was losing connection.
I hung up because it was getting really loud and annoying. Every time I tried calling after, it went straight to voice-mail. I was really bothered and concerned that something was wrong and I couldn’t do anything about it. Later that day, I was lying in my bed, thinking what happened to him. Right as I was falling asleep I heard a loud scream.
I jumped and sat up right in my bed. I looked at the door and saw a flickering under my door. I slowly stood up and walked to the door. I pressed my ear up against, but didn’t hear anything. I grabbed my old tee-ball bat from my closet, then returned to the door, where I placed my left hand on the door. My heart was racing, who screamed? Why’d they scream? It sounded like it was my mom, but I wasn’t sure.
I slowly opened the door. The hallway leading to the living room had a flickering glow coming from around the corner. I didn’t know what to do. I kept asking myself what to do. I could hear my heart beat thumping and feel sweat running down my face. My breath was shaky as I carefully crept out of my room and let the wall guide me down the hallway. I finally made it to the corner after what felt like an eternity to make it to.
I pressed my back against the wall and tried to listen in, but there wasn’t any noise. I quickly spun out from behind the wall to find five figures in front of the TV. Two were sitting on both coaches across from one another and in the middle stood Cameron. He held a wrench and was facing the TV. I couldn’t see what was on it, but what brought tears to my eyes was that two of the people on the coaches was my parents, with smashed in faces. I also saw that the other two were Cameron’s parents.
I stood there, in disbelief of what I was looking at. “He’s here” I heard Cameron say to the TV. “He’s all yours now” He said. He then turned slowly to face me, which made me drop my bat. He stood there, staring at me with cuts on his face that made a tic tac toe board, two lines, that were eye length apart, from his forehead done to his chin and two from the top of his left ear and bottom to his right. Inside he had an “x” on the top left and middle right and had an “o” on his top middle and bottom left. “Ca-amer-ron?” I made out. “Call me Cammy now” He said as he put his hood up over his dark, brown hair and walked out.
I stood there, as red and blue police lights drove up my drive way. They came in and took me away, asked me questions, put me in an orphanage. I’ve never seen him again. I’ve heard stories about “a teenager killing adults with strange cuts on his face” and always knew it was him.
I’m warning you now, do not think your parents are what’s keeping you from danger. Because when Cameron or Cammy finds you, you’ll be all alone. It’s not that Slender wants you, it’s that he wants your parents.
