The Son of Slenderman

A rather long time ago, me and my adopted brother discovered a series of video diary disc created by a man known for the bad he had done. Not the good. Even before his 'death' everyone only ever saw the bad in his life.

His family was picturesque from outside. But inside, his mother and father were monsters. If they weren't fighting, they were off cheating with someone else. The man's father making him a basic slave. His mother ignoring his very existence.

He was bullied, and in fact nearly killed on two occasions. But he had no where to go, no one to turn to. Except for the forest. The one place that no one liked to go for its twisted history of disappearances and murders. His only comfort from the reality that was his life.

This man, who I have learned to be a tormented soul, forced to do wrong like so many others was a good man. A man from my own heart. A man from my own blood. This man was my father. This man was...

The son of Slenderman.
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A/N: I do not own any of the Creepypasta's characters or stories outside of my own OC's. All rights to those go to the original authors of each Creepypasta story.

A/N (2/13/2021): I have unpublished several chapters because the story is going under severe renovations. This may result in changes to the original storyline here and there, but otherwise, the story will remain largely the same outside of longer chapters and proper paragraph division. The first five chapters have been fully updated. That is all.