Falling In Love With Slender Man

Chapter 11

--CHAPTER ELEVEN--

The two Hunter boys were in the office of the famous Slender Man. The one boys blonde hair fell into his clear gray eyes as he shuffled through a filing cabinet filled with old newspapers. Nothing in them gave away any plans Slendy had. He let out a frustrated sigh and silently slid the cabinet door shut.

The boy’s friend swiftly moved through the doorway of Slendy’s office, his boots making soft noises against the marble floor. “Elijah,” he whispered.

Elijah perked his head up, like a cat catching the soft sound of a mouse scuttling across the kitchen floor. He raised an eyebrow, questioning why his friend had described his investigating.

“I found something I think you should see,” the boy stated coolly. Elijah abandoned his papers and walked out of the small office.

The other boy led him down many hallways, turning so many times it nearly made him sick to his stomach. “Where are we going, Fallon?” Elijah asked.

Fallon put his index finger to his lips, the age old sign that told Elijah to keep quiet. They eventually stopped in front of a large wooden door, inscribed with demonic symbols.

“What is this?” Elijah asked, growing more and more uneasy as the time passed.

Fallon ran a hand through his sandy colored hair, a sign only someone who knew him well would recognize as nervousness. Slowly he reached his hand out, pushing the door open slowly. It creaked on the rusty hinges.

Elijah gradually crept inside. It looked like an ordinary closet. With closer inspection though, he discovered it was actually an old confessional, where the priest of the catholic church would sit and listen to the religious idiots talk about what they had done wrong. The floor was littered with millions of little dust bunnies.

“I don’t get it,” Elijah said impatiently. “What am I supposed to be looking at?”

Fallon stood just outside the doorway, waiting for his friend to see what he had brought him here for.

Elijah glances down at the annoying little bits of dirt, kicking at them. That’s when he noticed they weren’t at all dust or dirt. They were tiny scraps of paper, folded up neatly.

“What are these?” he demanded. Fallon gestured that Elijah should pick on up.

Elijah did just that, unfolding one of the pages. A photograph fluttered out of it, he caught it but ignored it as he read the words that were elegantly scribbled onto the yellowing paper.

“Mary Blackwell,” he read aloud. “Williams Town, Virginia. United States. 1943.”

He glanced down at the photograph now. It was capturing the image of a young woman, her hair curled and blowing as it caught in the wind. Her lips were painted bright scarlet and her chest was showing more than necessary. He suspected that this was Mary Blackwell.

“What the hell?”

Fallon moved closer to him. “I’ve looked through more than one. Those are all his victims. Some of them have photos, but not all. The really old ones never have any pictures, probably because cameras weren’t invented. There are a few family portraits behind the confessional wall.” Fallen pointed with one pale finger.

Elijah moved to look at the oil paintings that were neatly set on the small velvet cushioned chair. The one on top was showing a pudgy woman with her arm wound around a tall, scowling man. Two children were sitting in front of the volumes of their mother’s vibrant yellow dress. The boys didn’t appear thrilled to be having their portrait painted. The only one in the picture who was smiling was the mother.

“Slendy is a sick bastard, isn’t he?” Elijah asked as he took in the setting.

Fallon nodded in agreement as he reached into a pocket of his leather jacket. He produced another piece of paper and held it out for Elijah to take. “I found this too.”

Elijah took it and unfolded it. The paper read the name, date, and place, just as the others had. There was a picture with this one. It was a headshot of a fair-haired girl, her freckled face turned up in a grin. Her emerald eyes seemed to taunt you through the image.

“Is this the girl that was with Slendy?” Elijah asked, remembering the pale skinned girl who had looked back at them as the Slender Man had rushed her through a long corridor.

“Yes. And it seems he has plans for her. Plans I intend to ruin,” Fallon told him with an undertone of arrogance.

“We need to report this to Jonathon.”
            Incredulity bloomed across Fallon’s face. “We can’t leave the girl for Slendy. He could kill her in the time it takes us to round up the rest of the Hunters to get her!” he protested.

Elijah shook his head. “We can’t do it on our own. We’ll only get ourselves killed, then loose all hope of saving the girl.”

Fallon let out a disappointed sigh. “Fine. We’d better hurry though. Time is ticking.”