Thursday, November 29, 2012

The Tale of Slender Man

We three shock in horror in fear. We even forgot our initial mission. I was scared to the tip. Where is he? We franticly turn our heads, searching for him, trying to know where he is. Jonathan squealed, then disappeared. He is behind us! We ran as if this a game of cat and mouse, we are powerless against him. My partner kept praying. His name is Drake Hims, a friend I had ever since  I crashed landed. Heck, he the one who found me! Oh no! He is right in front of us! I can see him, and I want to run away, but I cannot... My mind went into his eyes, as if some hypnotizing force paralyze my mind...
Just as I have finished my prayer, my recruiter Peter, a once highly respected pilot commander, is now facing him. The man with no face, death himself visited. His eyes stuck on him,and his slowly dissolved to mere dust, and vanished within the man's suit. Then he looked at me. I closed my eyes and ran away. I realized a terrifying truth, he turns his victims to mindless creatures, and seeps their living soul as nourishment. He is a shark, hunting, which can smell blood from a very long distance. And a hungry shark to. He ate the souls of five in a mere hour, his ability surpasses any supernatural.
My flashlight was dimming, I can barely see the woods in front of me. Sooner or later, I thought, I would be greeted by him. I prayed to my God to deliver me from this vile place. It seems impossible. But my Lord guided me to safety. The villagers, shocked and delighted to see me, hugged me. They had no intention to ask me where the rest were, they knew from my gloomy face they had been taken. They simply said "I'm sorry.", cried and weeped for a while, and walked back home. I followed them. After tonight, I don't think I want to have another adventure. But my son will. A horrible one.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Tale of Slender Man

As the night falls, armed only with my conscious, I began to sleep. As I closed my eyes, images of him flashed. I woke up on horror. I must be insane, I began. That man is no more than my imagination. There is no way he is real. My eye started to shut, and soon I found myself deep in slumber. Then he appeared again. Once again I woke up in pure shock and horror. There is no denying it now. He is here, my nightmares, my death.
All my courage is now drained to emptiness. I shrugged with fear. I saw a fire torch nearby. I ran towards the light, pure instinct for survival. The natives were at first hunting, but as soon as they saw me, they ran back to their villages, hoping of my safety. They were curios, how did I survive two hours on the woods? They explained, in perfect detail, the myths and storied behind the forrest. Myths of vanishing children as they played in the woods. They saw his face for a glimpse, a face of pure white and plain horror. A face with no features, or any specific detail. A long, slender body with 8 mystifying tentacles. They also described his polite suit. Deceiving suit and a tie. Faceless. Tentacles. Slender. He matches my nightmares.
I soon decided to stay at the Caribbean, and soon retired early, leaving myself a great reputation. I got married and had children. I forgot everything about him. Then news came that my youngest and only son disappeared, vanished from thin air. I inquired in great fury and desperateness where he was last seen. In the woods. The forrest of my crash. I stepped back, terrified of what he did my son.
The neighbors recommend I forget him, it is too dangerous to travel alone on that woods. He cannot be stopped, they say. Hah! See if I care! I will do anything for my son!
I prepared a backpack stuffed with food and drinking water, and a portable tank. I started looking for people who wanted to accompany me. Only 5 applied. My neighbors said that this expedition is not hard. It is impossible. They blessed us with luck, and off we go in our small blue truck.
The road disappeared in a while. The engine stalled, and we are forced to go by foot. I flashed my torchlight, and so did my five trusty companions. But when I saw the shines of the torches, I noticed something wrong. There are only four spots of light behind me. The fifth was gone. His best friend seemed worried, and started to weep. We all did, and just prayed. Followed by a huge scream.
Jonathan saw him. The man, he saw him! "Behind the trees.", he said. The others checked, he wasn't there. We thought he was insane, then when we faced forwards, 25 feet away, the man stood there. We ran like hell, his omnipresence constantly haunting us with his heavy footsteps. Just as we thought we were safe, person 3 was gone. And so was my fourth partner. 3 people vanished, or dead, in a matter of few minutes. How can the rest of us survive? How can we manage?

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Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The Tale of Slender Man sneak peak

  There were many legends surrounding his name. Some said he was a creation of some vile evil, some say he was the creator of evil itself, theorizing that he is the devil himself. I am not certain of him. I don't care, how he came, when he arrived, why he set foot on th at forest, it all does not matter. He can't be stopped...
   I was just a child when dreams of a faceless man haunted me for life. That was 30 years ago, I am now part of the U.S airforce, special pilot Peter ID 381009, rank commander. I was about to set off, when my computer broke down, and crashed lamded into the forests of Carribean. It was still sunlight, and all was safe. Little did my innocent mind know that my childhood dreams were true...

We are the new generation!

Everyday I keep thinking about the same thing, the hope of the current generation. Some will care, some will don't. That used to be the formula on the 90's. But this is the 21st century. The age of technology. Now a days kids just don't care anymore. They keep on playing games and wasting their time, not equaling their consuming with producing. Should this continue, there will be less productive ones, and soon everyone will be too lazy, slaving away at their screen. I pray this does not happen. We still have a chance.

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