Two days later, a Sunday, I was in my dorm room ready to sleep. I got comfortable in my bed, wrapped my snake plush around the back of my neck and laid the covers onto me. Where am I? It is not place I know, nor can I remember.
All these images are so hazy! All I can recall clearly was the figure of the Slender Man approaching me. I reached to hug him happily, again like a child calling for him.
“Slendy! I missed you.”
He hugged me softly and in a dry, slightly rough voice he replied.
“Don’t call me Slendy, or Slender, or Slender Man, at least for today. I’m not in the mood.”
I guess he had a bad day.
“How should I call you then?” I said looking up.
“Call me by my real name, call me James.”
James? It was something much unexpected, but it seemed to fit him nicely. After the comment of his mood, I asked him what had gone wrong that day. What I supposed was exactly what he told me. People were troubling him, going in search for him valiantly and then running away terrified, with piercing screams coming from their throats. I soothed him by listening to him, with an occasional pat on the back and a hug when I could feel the pain in his voice heightening. Afterwards he felt much better. I stood on the bench we were sitting on and gave him a kiss on what seemed to be his cheek, and then I smiled at him. He placed his hand on his face, I suppose he was surprised. I guess no one had been like that to him before. With no other words I left, looking back at him with his hand still in his cheek and then I looked forward, again awakening, this time in my dorm room bed.
This is the second time I dream with the Slender Man… I mean, James. I can recall what happened the previous time, yet I cannot recall it was a dream. I’m actually happy to be having these dreams. I wonder what time it is; perhaps I should get up. Aha, 8:53, seven minutes before the alarm went off. After my classes in college, I went looking for my friends, and told them about both reveries with this mythical creature.
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The Truth and Fear of the Slender Man
FanfictionEveryone has heard about the game "Slender" and perhaps they know a thing or two about the Slender Man. But no one has seen the Slender Man and survive to tell the tale. This is where I come in. Every other night I dream with the Slender Man and ma...
