'His face. His non-existent face. Burned into my mind like a scar. It was white, not just white, ghostly. The kind of face you'd find in a nightmare.' Gwendolyn, the kind of name you'd associate with a fair lady in medieval Britain, but would you associate it with the girl whom is going to make slenderman feel pain?
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I felt him before I saw him. I felt his eyes burning onto me as my stomach turned. Was this okay. To feel this way about someone who did such horrible things to good and innocent people? Was I just as bad as him?