Slender

Chapter 3

I may have an obsession for the tall man, but that doesn't mean I'm not completely terrified of him.

My name is Blaye, I'm a seventeen year old girl with red hair who has a passion for art and music. Right now I live with my parents who adopted me when I was three. I used to live in a normal neighborhood until the age of twelve when my parents moved us out into this forest. It wasn't that big of a deal for me at the time since I had no friends. My parents ended up buying the entire area just so that no one would get any funny ideas and build more houses around us.

When ever my parents start on one of their three hour long fights I usually end up taking a walk into the forest. But I never went that deep because I knew it be a pain to walk all the way back.

...It's like they love each other but, hate each other at the same time; And of course the fighting just got worse with each year that past...

Fear rises up in me as I stand at the entrance to my room, my wooden cane in hand. My heart beating at a quick pace as I stare into the face of something that for some reason, doesn't have one. This "person," this man wears a black suit, is incredibly pale and is taller than any person I've ever encountered.

He takes a step forward. My hands grip the cane tightly as I take a step back in response. Without looking away I let go of my right hand on the cane and search blindly for the knob of my door. Before being able to get to it he starts to walk over to me. Gripping the cane again I wait and see if really means me harm. He reaches out his arm in my direction and before I can even think I found myself swinging the cane up at him with all my might. I shut my eyes out of fear only to hear a loud smack, something breaking and falling to the ground. It felt like hitting a metal pole with a branch.

I open my eyes to see that the impact had broken the cane in half. I Look back up at the tall man who still stood in front of me not fazed by the hit at all. Black blood dripped down the side of his pale jaw where I had hit him. He's definitely a demon. I could feel eyes staring down at me, not with anger but almost... sadness. He touches his jaw slightly examining the blood that was now on his fingertips. I hold the broken cane to my chest pushing my self against the door wishing there was more room for me to back away. I can't believe I did that...

I stare wide-eyed as he turns around and walks back into my bedroom as if nothing had happened. I slide down the door sitting on the carpet of the floor, trying to regain my composure. Setting the broken cane down I stand back and hurry into my room to see him sitting on my bed admiring my many paintings of him. His pitch black suit standing out from my bright colored room.

I watch him letting some time pass. I knew I couldn't say anything about his jaw because either way its my fault that its there. I look at the paintings then back to him. "Do you like them?" I ask awkwardly referring to the paintings, He nods his head once. This makes me wonder if he can talk. He can definitely see me and hear me.

The scratch that I made on his jaw begins retrieving the blood that had dripped down. Only about five seconds past until it was completely healed. I recalled the time when the shadow like tentacles came out of his back. Demon. "Sorry I hit you... I was just scared." He doesn't respond. "...Can you talk?" He nods again as he turns his head to a different painting. Feeling disappointed that he didn't speak I ask another question. "What's your name?" I tilted my head to get a better view of his non existent face.

"...Slenderman." He says simply; his voice was deep. He spoke, so he can speak even without a mouth. "What are- n-never mind..." I say putting my hands behind my back about to ask another question but stopping myself before getting carried away. He turns his head in my direction catching my attention.

"What is it?"

"Oh it's nothing." I state nervously.

"Tell me." He demands almost surprising me.

"Ah- no, It's just, I was wondering, since the scratch healed so fast, I was thinking that there's no way you could be human, I guess- I think-"

"I was human." he cuts me off as he looks away.

"...oh." I look down, putting my hand to my forehead embarrassed from my ramble. "So you're not... anymore...?"

"Yeah." he finishes. This makes me wonder incredibly and just makes me more interested in him. I glance over at my clock to see that it was ten at night, recalling how my parents had gone out with some friends. I felt like if I ask anymore questions the mood might get... dangerous.

I wanted to ask him when he plans on leaving but, that sounds too rude. I could ask how long he plans to stay but, that also sounds rather rude. Plus, I don't think he has any place to stay. Wait, does he live in the forest? Since he's not human he's probably not affected by the cold or even needs to eat. Eat...? I run my fingers through my hair nervously. What am I going to do?

"How long have you been in the forest?" I ask breaking the ice. It takes a second for him to answer.

"Longer than you've been here."

"Oh." I respond interested.

"...No one has ever lived in this forest until you came here, until that house was built, and that path was made." Wait a second-

"Oh! sorry if we-"

"When I first saw you and your family five years ago, I planned on killing all of you."