Amnesia (The Slenderman)

Night One

Night One:

Mud seemed to be everywhere.  On my hands, feet, face, arms legs. Everywhere. I hadn’t realised I was caked in it until brown flakes appeared to be peeling off my arm. I shone the torch everywhere, trees, old rickety fences and grass, trying desperately to find white paces of paper, my heart rate accelerating whenever I saw a leave, madly thinking it was a page. I was still unsure of what I had to do. Where were these pages? What did they look like? Would I be able to find them easily? I tried to get into determined mind-set, thinking of the little girl who had been raped and brutally slaughtered. I started jogging towards a clearing with an old blue car hidden amongst trees. I squinted and an spurt of energy corrupted my body, pushing me to sprint further to the car. A breath of wind brushed my hair, running its icy fingers through it as I sprinted faster and faster.

I came to a halt, my lungs trying to catch oxygen desperately. I slowly walked towards the blue car. It was ancient with rust peeling off the bonnet. A door was hanging by its hinges. I peered inside the car and looking around frantically for thirty seconds, I got in. I looked around for what seemed about ten minutes before I decided nothing was in there and I climbed out.

I shined my torch south, and noticed a small hut. My heart came to a stop. On the tiles a page was taped to it. I ran over and glanced at it. It was a pencil scribbling with the Slenderman etched upon it. In child’s handwriting a scribble was written:

“NO, NO, NO!”

As I picked it up, it dissolved in my hand

“One…..” A voice whispered in my ear, its icy breath cold as frost.

I jumped and a scream escaped my lips. I shined the torch backwards, expecting to see the Slenderman, but he wasn’t there.

Seven left

I thought as I went east, but I knew it was going to be harder, it was uncanny. My eyes narrowed as I approached a fence, with barbed wire curling around it. I shuddered and waited there for a moment, trying to catch my breath.  My heart shot as I heard a low chuckle for what seemed to be behind me. Again there was nobody there.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” I screamed

“I ALREADY GOT ONE, DIDN’T I?!” I bellowed again. My lungs were sore and my throat ached.

My vision started to cloud, white fuzz eroding my visualization. I knew what was happening. The Slenderman approached, he tentacles writhing as if they wanted to be free and his blank expression, the expression that I feared the most.

I knew what was happening.

I was waking up.