short story

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(it if gives you creeps, the hello nightmare, kidding hehe)

A soundful wind breeze past and kissed in my skin as I walk through the mouth of the trees, I felt the sun, the warmth touch calms me; deep breaths as I smell the damp soil, and autumn leaves; a smell of an after rain.

Behind the trees, there's something in it, something that convinces me to go and touch the trunk.

Maybe the nature is my interest that's why I came here in the forest, in the middle of walking I heard a crack sound of branch, leaves crunching, I look to into four directions, no one is there, nothing came up.

A light of cold damp like thin branch touched my hand, as I look upon it, I was right. It was a branch from a tree that forms into a thin fingers, my tears started to fall, my head started to spin.

I see my vision are being a kaleidoscope, it is actually spinning. Someone is mourning my name.

Normal heartbeats started to get fast, then I look at my hand, the creepy hand are gone, I look up and check every direction, no one was really here.

Cold beads of sweats are running down through my face, I came here because I felt my whole body to move and walk across the forest, and now I'm really here.

Though, I didn't even invite someone to come here, then why am I still walking and looking for something, or someone?

Then it came again, my mind is calling for........someone... who is it?

Why am I calling it?

The thin fingers came to touch my hand again, I close my eyes and I felt it, this is what I'm calling, as I turned around, I open my eyes at the same time and see a tall skinny, bald man with no face.... He has no face, it's like a wood.

His whole body is like a tree disguise. I didn't feel scared nor being afraid at this man, this is what I'm calling for, I am calling for someone, and I'm calling him.

He had this lots of tails in his back and he stretched out his hand, and stare at it. I look into his face; slowly lifting my hands to touch it, and I whispered,

"Take me."

I summon him.

I summon slender man.

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