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I sat at home and played the game "Slenderman". Suddenly, I heard something crash in the kitchen. I was very scared, but still I went there (only later I realized that I had done it in vain). When I entered the kitchen, I saw something that changed my life forever. I saw Him. He (Slenderman) looked at me angrily, bared his bloody teeth and... disappeared! I tried to calm myself for about 30 minutes, when I calmed down a bit, I went into the room. Because of the shock, I wanted to turn off the game and go to sleep, but I saw the note and decided:
- Now I’ll collect a couple of notes and go to bed right away!
When I already wanted to take it, I saw that it was written in Russian (!) on it: "Well, how do you like my joke?"
I thought, "What the?"
Again I thought that I should turn off the game, but again I saw a note and thought: "One note will not change the world."
And immediately went to her to take it.
On it was written (again in Russian): "Turn around."
My heart was pounding like crazy, but I turned around. There was Slender! He covered my mouth with his cold hand and jumped out the window, no need to explain that I flew with him, and I live on the 7th floor! But we were almost down. I thought we were going to crash, but as soon as Slender's feet hit the ground, he bounced off and jumped into a tree. We jumped through the trees for about 30 minutes. As a result, we "jumped" into the forest. After that, I "passed out".

I "turned on" only in a wooden house unknown to me.
Slender was sitting by the window. He looked at me sadly and said:
- You are so young, what a pity that you will die soon.
- What? I'm not going to die!
- Ha-ha-ha, how naive you are!
I hate it, I thought.
- I can even tell when you die.
- I will not die!
- Okay, you're not "dying" in 24 hours.
After these words, he disappeared. I came to my senses, thought about what happened and concluded: "We need to run!" Suddenly, fear seized me, but I was in a dense forest (but the fact that I was talking with Slender scared me a lot too). I left the house, saw huge fir trees, but then went wherever my eyes looked. Suddenly I heard a dog barking and went to the sound. The barking became louder (I was getting closer), suddenly the barking turned into a pitiful whine, and then completely died down. I realized that Slender killed this dog (I hate it). Then a note fell from the tree: "19 hours left." I burst into tears, and then just fell to the ground and fell asleep. I woke up again in a wooden house. Slender stood over me and cleaned (of blood) a knife (this knife is sharp). I wasn't scared in the slightest. He said:
- 24 hours are up!
- You led me astray in the forest!
Well, I was just hungry. - With these words, he cut my throat.
I saw a blinding white light. Before me stood God (and not Slender). God told me
- You should not die from the evil spirits, we will give you a second chance.
- So I'll be resurrected?
- No, you will get another body.
But what will I become?
- You will become Jennifer (I wanted to become a flower).
- Who is this?
- This is a girl, an Englishwoman, loves everything mystical.
- O.k. I'm ready.
And I woke up, it was a bright day, I went to look at myself in the mirror and could not believe my eyes, I really changed and it was not a dream. It's strange that I remember that conversation with God. I went outside with a pure soul. My friends were walking there (I didn’t know them before, but I probably still have Jen’s memories). Everything was fine until the moment when my parents and I went to the forest for mushrooms. We calmly picked mushrooms, did not touch anyone, and then Slender appeared in front of me (as he got me). In one hand he held my head (ex-head) in his hand, and in the other the heads of my parents. I saw this and cried (I cried so hard that the whole forest could be heard). My parents (new ones) came running, they asked what happened, I answered that I just stepped on the glass (don't tell them about Slender), they hugged me and said that everything was fine. The next day they were hit by a car...

Have you long remembered your gatherings around the fire with friends, which were accompanied by terrible and bloody stories? As a rule, this ended in insane fear and goosebumps, and after such stories for several nights it was possible to sleep only with the lights on. So, now young people are actually doing the same thing, only in a slightly different interpretation. Today, the so-called creepypasta has come into fashion. This word refers to virtual communication between anonymous authors. In other words, guys scare by telling creepy stories with bloody endings, only through the Internet. So, one of these terrifying stories is dedicated to a character named Slenderman. Whether or not this frightening and mysterious hero exists, disturbing the minds of many, we will figure it out in our article.

Where did the Thin Man come from?

Slenderman (or Thin Man) was created as a result of a collective competition, which brought together members of the forum from Something Awful. The event took place in 2009. All participants were asked to place various mystical elements on ordinary photographs. One of the members of the forum, a guy named Victor Serge, posted several photos on the net with children, behind whom stood an unknown person with a rather thin figure and long arms like tentacles. It made a splash.

What does the Thin Man look like?

Despite the fact that this character was fictional, many still study his origin in detail and try to find out if Slenderman exists in real life. This is something else! Some claim to have seen it with their own eyes. Of course, everyone interprets the Thin Man differently, apparently due to the fact that everyone wants to create their own scary character that will excite their own consciousness. Some say that his hands resemble black wings, others - long tentacles, and still others - dark ribbons developing in the wind.

But what does Slenderman look like in life (virtual) as conceived by the creator of Victor Surge? He is a very tall man with pale bluish skin. One of the most important traits is facelessness. He wears black clothes, mostly a funeral suit with a white shirt and a blood-red tie.

How scary is Slenderman?

Whether or not this character actually exists is of interest to many. Indeed, some claim that the Thin Man pursued them in the forest the day before, and post this story on the Web, which terrifies users. Why is Slenderman so scary? It is said that allegedly he often lives in the forest, near rivers and lakes, and attacks his victim only after watching her for some time. The Thin Man prefers not to walk or run after the victim, but to teleport in space, stopping behind his back and thus inducing unimaginable horror.

It is believed that Slenderman is a killer who can erase human memory and completely clear the mind. This also applies to computers (we are talking about memory!). Some claim that the Thin Man infiltrated the machine through the game and took full possession of operating system, after which it was simply impossible to work on the computer due to interference and the regular occurrence of some incomprehensible mystical signs in the form of a crossed out circle.

Before attacking the victim, Slenderman dreams of her for several days, warning of his imminent appearance. He hugs his victim and deprives her of any feelings and emotions, turning a person into a typical puppet. Many argue that most often Slenderman attacks children and photographers, before that, for some time, peeping at them through a window or door gap. In particular, the bloodthirsty hero loves to visit those who think and talk about him, considering this a hint that the person is ready for his appearance and subsequent death after that. Escaping from a meeting with this terrible character is almost impossible.

Why does the Thin Man kill?

If you are interested in the question, who is Slenderman, does this mysterious character exist or not in real life, think, what are his goals and objectives? What is most interesting, nothing is known about this, the information is simply missing. Perhaps the authors simply did not think of this moment, or perhaps they just wanted to add some mystery and mysticism to this story. In this case, we can say with certainty that they succeeded to glory.

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Part 1.

Today I would like to tell you one urban legend about a mysterious person ... A creature named Slender. Slenderman is a creature, 2 meters tall, wearing a black tuxedo and red tie. In appearance, he looks like an ordinary long man. Only he has no face. The slenderman (or long man) can extend his legs and arms. He appears at night, in the dark. Most often it can be seen in the forest, but sometimes it appears in the city.

Usually, main task slenderman is kidnapping. Most often, these are children under 16 years of age. But sometimes older people disappear.

No one knows where he came from and why he does it.
Its key feature is that it always stands behind your back.
If you are shooting when you are shooting it, then interference appears on the camera.
A couple of hours ago, I was walking in the forest. It was already dark and suddenly I noticed him. Fortunately, I was on a bike and managed to leave.

Now I am writing these lines. I don't know when this message will reach you. My webcam is going wild and I know he's here. Right behind me. I'm afraid to turn around. But sooner or later I have to. I can't be saved anymore. But how now I will definitely be kidnapped. I don't know what's next. To hell with everything, I turn around ....

Did you like his story? Me too…
Now turn around and say hello to me. And what you're doing is very ugly...

Part 2.

White walls...

Soft white walls...

Day after day... Soft, white walls.

Let me tell you why I see these soft, white walls, day after day.

I am, according to some doctors, absolutely insane. Hallucinations, paranoia, schizophrenia, multiple personality disorder, the list goes on. I was a simple, working man who lived american dream. I had a wife and two children. I had a high income and a good credit history. I had everything. But then... everything went wrong.

My wife and I have always dreamed of visiting the British Isles, but there was never enough money. It took seven years and two promotions before we could even begin to think about it. Whatever the case, after months of careful planning and money saving, we ended up on a plane flying over Atlantic Ocean. Just me and her. No children. No work. There was nothing else but beautiful scenery and 24-day rest ahead.

Let's fast forward a week. Seeing most of the sights big city, we decided to visit inconspicuous places in the suburbs. We packed a small bag with everything we needed and ordered a taxi. From that moment on, everything went wrong. The world did not leave us from under our feet, but, undoubtedly, it happened just then. We ran into an old tailor in one of the odd little houses. He said he has been making suits for over 65 years. I got interested in this. I decided to splurge a bit and buy one suit. Nothing compares to a suit made by a true craftsman.

I paid for one of the suits and was about to leave when a photograph on the wall caught my eye. It was an old photo. Black and white. From the mid 50s. There was a tall and very thin man standing in a green meadow. His face didn't seem to be clear. The photograph was of no value. However, something about this photo got on my nerves. She seemed to be a threat. I inquired about the photo from the tailor, but the old man refused to talk about it. It only added fuel to the fire of my psychosis.

Day after day passed, my wife and I explored every castle, visited all the sights, every lawn and knoll we could find, but in the end, we had to go home. Of course, we would like to stay, but we are tired. We couldn't extend our vacation. I don't really remember how our flight back went, because I slept most of the time. There was fog on the way home. As soon as I got onto the highway, something happened. Something is wrong. I had the same feeling when I saw the photo in the old tailor's house. It was a feeling of fear and curiosity. I didn't want to think about it, but my brain made me replay it over and over in my head. I got out of the car, and when I stood on the concrete, my legs suddenly floated out from under me. I fell to the ground near my house and struggled to get up. I must have been more tired than I thought. My wife helped me get to the bedroom. I needed a good night's sleep.

That night, I had nightmares. I dreamed of a man in a suit on a green meadow. The dream itself wasn't terrible, but it haunted my mind. He just stood there, unnaturally tall, unnaturally thin. He stood without a face. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see his face. The photograph seemed to come to life in my thoughts. This went on until the sound of a falling lamp woke me up.

I rushed down two flights of stairs leading from the bedroom to the living room. Armed with nothing more than the brick we used to prop up the door, I slowly made my way to the spot where we had used the single lamp. I knelt down to check on the broken pieces when I felt a faint breath of wind behind me, as if a man had run past. I jumped to my feet faster than a frightened cat, turned to see who or what it was. My eyes were still not accustomed to the darkness, so there was nothing but darkness around me. Then I decided to listen. Nothing. Not a single sound. Maybe it's my nightmare or fatigue played a cruel joke on me. Maybe a little shaking caused the lamp to fall off the table. I was tired and just wanted to sleep without having any nightmares.

This did not happen.

Throughout the night, the “thin” person was present in all my dreams. However, he aroused curiosity. In my dreams, he was hiding behind the trees. In the photo, it was completely open. But even in my subconscious, I did not dare to approach the forest, because I knew that he might be hiding there. Watching me. Studying me.

Soon I woke up. I looked to the left. 10:46 am. I looked to the right. My wife is sleeping peacefully. Happy. Pulled myself out of bed, I slowly walked downstairs. I expected to see my children in the living room, chained to the TV screen, but then I remembered that they are now with their grandmother. They were supposed to be back today. I'll miss the silence, but that's okay - I just missed the kids more. I continued down the stairs, hoping to play some solitaire games on the computer, when something made me shudder. Lamp. She wasn't broken. But she wasn't whole either. Someone picked up the pieces of the lamp and ugly glued them together. But glue wasn't glue. It was something black and elastic, like pitch. My wife soon woke up. I panicked.

I explained to her what had happened the night before, near the lamp, and told her about my nightmares. She just rolled her eyes and said I was stoned. I think all wives say so on purpose. Anyway, still feeling uneasy, I forced myself to look around the forest behind our house. Everything was calm there. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was not dark, so it did not seem as sinister as at night. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a light that almost made my heart sink into my heels. It was just the kids getting out of the car. Honestly, I've been thinking about the bad for too long. My nerves were completely shattered.

Several hours passed. We played with children. Then we sent them to bed and relaxed on the couch. My wife fell asleep on my chest. I nodded my head too and slowly closed my eyes. It wasn't long before the silence was broken. My wife and I woke up. The window upstairs was broken. In a panic, we rushed upstairs as fast as we could. Our eldest son, scared half to death, said that the window was broken in his brother's room. Without thinking, I kicked the door. Only the light of the moon, the light in the far corner of the room illuminated the dark room. He was in it. The man from my dreams. Slim person. Bent over my son's bed.
Slenderman
When I saw him, I didn't even know what was going on. From somewhere there were blows. Long, black tentacles coiled around me. The last thing I remember, I was lifted off the floor, squeezed hard, and thrown into the wall. Then I lost consciousness. When I woke up, my wife was crying. I had three broken ribs. My son has disappeared. The thin man took my son away, I couldn't do anything. But I knew that he would return, and then I would catch him.

The rest of the day was full of emotions. My wife could hardly stop herself from crying. My second son was in a state of constant shock. I could hardly think. However, I managed to call the police. I told them that my son had been kidnapped by a man in a long, black suit. I kept the details of the tentacles secret, afraid they wouldn't believe me. But that was the least of my worries. I needed to find out when he would be back.

The police showed up and questioned all of us. They looked around my son's room and searched the woods near the house. No evidence could be found. They were about to leave when an object hanging high on a tree branch caught their attention. It was a piece of matter. Black. Thin strip. Very similar to the suit material I brought back from my trip to England. I told the police about it and they wanted to see my suit. I willingly led them to my room. When they opened the closet door, what they found there was beyond comprehension. My son was in the closet, dressed in a black suit. Everything was covered in blood. The son was dead. Both the policemen and I were shocked and disgusted. I fainted.

When I came to my senses, I found myself in an unfamiliar place. Gray walls. Small window on one of them. One single table. Great, I was in the interrogation room. I sat there for a good hour until finally someone came in. Now my memory is clouded, but I will try, as accurately as possible, to sum up our conversation with him. Your son is dead. I offer my deepest condolences to you and your family. Your guilt has not been proven, but all the facts point to it. Further investigation will reveal everything. You will be returned home but will be under constant supervision. And so on and so forth.

I was driven home in the back seat of a police car. I fell into the arms of my wife and crying son. The return was not easy. Luckily we didn't stay there for long. The policemen explained that we had to stay in a hotel for a few days. We gathered our things, and a drawing on the refrigerator caught my eye. This was one of my last drawings. dead son. When I saw him, my heart almost stopped. In this drawing, my son was standing next to a tall, faceless man in a black suit. I made sure no one was around and put the drawing in my pocket.

The hotel was very ordinary. Simple wallpaper. Two single beds. One TV. Cheap floral design in everything else. We settled down and I went to the bathroom, the only place where I could be alone. I closed the door and took the drawing out of my pocket. I tried to research it but it didn't work. It was just a clumsy children's drawing signed with my son's name in the bottom corner. What upset me the most was that the person in the drawing didn't have a face. Don't understand who it is. None distinguishing feature. It cut me to the core. But I've had enough stress for today. I needed to sleep. Very.

The night was restless, but I managed to sleep. Not a single sleep, even with a thin person. Then, there was a knock at the door. It scared the hell out of me. I turned around, it was 5:14 am on the clock. I slowly got out of bed and opened the door. There was a policeman who brought us to the hotel. There was panic on his face. He said my son was missing. This was enough for me to immediately shake off the remnants of sleep and return to reality. My son is missing again. His body was stolen directly from the morgue. But this time I knew where he was.

I had to return to the forest. I had to find the remains of my suit. It was the only way to stop the thin man. But I knew it wouldn't be easy. I asked the policeman if he could take me home because I forgot something there. He thought for a moment, but agreed. This time, I was allowed to sit in the passenger seat. The trip passed in silence. When we got to the house, I cautiously entered the house through front door, and quickly ran to the back exit, and headed into the forest.

It was still dark and it was not at all easy to make your way through the forest. The only light that came through the trees was the light of the moon. I walked, almost blindly, in the hope of finding at least some tatters of my costume. In such darkness, it seemed almost impossible, but suddenly I saw a piece of paper. Its whiteness stood out against a dark background, like a raised thumb hands. I reached down to pick it up, and when I unrolled it, I was even more horrified. This was another drawing of my son. There he was again thin man. But this drawing was different from the first. There were three more people there. A boy the same height as my son, an older girl, and another boy the same age as the girl. Then it hit me. It was us. Our family. My son drew us with a thin person.
Slenderman
Then, behind me, I heard the rustle of bushes and steps coming my way. I was afraid. I knew, almost certainly, that this was a thin man. But then I saw the light of a lantern. It was a police officer. I ran up to him and showed him the drawing. I explained to him that my family was in great danger. But all he said was that he couldn't help me. He said that I needed to get back in the car and he would take me back to the hotel.

A million thoughts went through my head. Should I give in? Should I resist? What I did next seemed to me a trifle compared to what should happen in the near future, and what I had to prevent. I nodded to the policeman and we walked back to the car. As soon as he turned his back on me, I picked up a stone from the ground and hit him on the head. He staggered slightly and collapsed to the ground. I took the car keys from him and ran to the car. I needed to get back to the hotel.

I braked hard in the hotel parking lot and ran to the room we were staying in. I opened the door and saw what I tried to prevent with all my might. The whole room was covered in blood, three dead bodies formed a circle around the thin man. He turned and looked at me. His empty, non-existent eyes stared straight into my soul. Feelings that I didn't even know existed before, feelings that I can't find a name for, took over my mind and body. He seemed to be trying to show me everything that was in him. And stretching out his hand to me, he uttered only one phrase. A phrase that is forever ingrained in the subcortex of my memory:

" … HELP ME … "

Sirens wailed. I turned around and saw police cars pulling into the parking lot and police getting out of them. Using the car doors as shields, they pointed their guns at me. I raised my hands above my head. I slowly turned around as the thin man vanished into thin air, leaving only a tattered suit on the floor in the center of the room. He killed my family. My life will never be the same again. And something in the depths of my heart told me that I would never see him again. I will never be able to take revenge, even if I figure out how to do it.

Then everything went very quickly, and the prospect of white hospital walls became quite obvious to me. After my DNA was found on the suit, I became the only suspect. After my arrest, I was subjected to interrogation, but received nothing but inarticulate sounds. I was placed in this place. Soft, white walls. The same soft, white walls that I see all day, every day.

No one will ever know what happened to my family. The feelings that were being conveyed to me left me speechless. Now I can only write and draw. I describe the feelings that the subtle person experienced. I draw what he saw. It keeps me here. I am a victim of another person's emotions. Sometimes I feel like I am him. As if we are one. These days, I understand something.

The Skinny Man is an urban legend. It takes its foundations in the 18th century AD. in Germany, Der Gromann is a tall person, for the Germans it is something like a fairy or an angel. Here is an excerpt from the story of one family.

My baby, my Lars - he's gone. Kidnapped, straight out of his bed. All we found was a piece of black cloth. Feels like cotton, but softer and thicker. Lars came into my room yesterday screaming as loud as he could, "There's an angel outside!" I asked him what he meant? - and he told me a strange story about Der Gromann - tall man. He said he went to the forest near our village and found the corpse of one of my cows hanging from a tree. I didn't listen to him. But now he's gone. We must find Lars and my family must leave this place before we are killed. Forgive me, my son. I should have listened to you. Lord forgive me.

The story is dated 1702.

The police who arrived were shocked. The horses in the stable were gutted. There was a lot of blood in the house, the owner of the house, Ted Henderson (41), was found with his room behind a barricade of furniture. Next to him lay his wife, Judy Henderson (36), killed by a shotgun, Ted himself was holding a weapon. He surrendered without a fight. The police arrived 20 minutes after the incident, at 8:30.

An excerpt from the report of police officer Dan Parks: "Ted had a missing look. It seemed that he did not understand that we were in the room. We asked what happened. Where is his daughter (Tracey, 6 years old). But he did not answer."

Ted was imprisoned because of the murder of his wife and daughter. But later he was declared insane and he was sent to the hospital for the mentally ill - Jenkins. Three years after his imprisonment, Dr. Doughton interviewed him.

Doughton: "OK, Ted. Go ahead."
Ted: (out of breath) "Is it on? Am I safe?"
Doughton: "Yes, you're safe. Now tell me what happened that night."
Ted: "Horses. Horses freaked out. Horses..."
Doughton: "Go on."
Ted: "We're out. Dead... All dead. Eyes... No eyes."
Doughton: "What did you see?"
Ted: "Ran. Ran into the house. Got the gun. Tracy is crying. Judy is screaming. Ran to them. He had them. He held them."
Doughton: "Who had them?"
Ted: "Skinny guy. Suit. Looked at me, Judy yelled, "Shoot me!"
(Ted started screaming for a while, then hit the table).
Doughton: "Did you shoot Judy?"
Ted: "Saved her."
Doughton: "Did you shoot Tracey?"
Ted: "No, it was after me, they followed me... Shot at them. Keep shooting. Tracy. Let go of Tracy. Let her go!"
(Ted started screaming, hitting his face on the table. Two guards took Ted and Dr. Doughton injected him with a tranquilizer).
Ted was found dead in his room at 3am on June 16th.
Ted managed to gnaw through his veins and bled to death.
His daughter Tracy has not been found.

Vladimir Ivanovich Dal. "About the beliefs, superstitions and prejudices of the Russian people".

Longshanks, from the poles - long and thin, sometimes staggers through the streets at night, looks into the windows, warms his hands in the chimney and frightens people. This is some kind of miserable connecting rod, who is condemned to wander around the world for a century without use and position ... It is difficult to interrogate the meaning about him; but it is hardly a belief that is not in connection with Kashchei the Immortal, who, perhaps, here or there was given to the poles. In order to get rid of all these unclean people, the people resort to fasting and prayer, to the epiphany water, to a candle taken on Friday from the passions, with which they smoke the cross on the lintel in the doorway; they also believe, in general, that the gate should not be placed at midnight, to the north, otherwise all the devilry will survive from the house.

Because you are interested real story slenderman, that's what I'll tell you about it. slenderman or another name stick insect (Slender translated from English. means stick). He is long and very thin, he wears a formal black suit all the time, white shirt and a red tie. The most amazing thing is that he has no face. It has the ability to stretch and lengthen its limbs or torso. Most often he appears in forests or near rivers, but sometimes he is seen in cities. He kidnaps children under 16 years old, the most interesting thing is that adults almost never see him, and only children notice (who often none of the adults believe). Seeing his face, the victim experiences panic fear, falls into a stupor, cannot scream and move. slenderman stretches out his arms for hugs, and then the victim disappears without a trace. Some say that this is only a myth, a horror story, and some are sure that his site's existence is real and proven. I know it's real because I met him myself.

Let me start by saying that I am only 13 years old. I will not give my real name, I will remain under a pseudonym scarlett. I live ordinary life: friends, school, family - everything, like everyone else. But this meeting changed everything.

The next day, I became interested in this Slenderman and began to look for reliable information about him on the Internet. I found out that "spider legs" appear from his back and his hobby is to look into people's windows. I shuddered and looked out the window - everything was calm, the day, the sun was shining. “We should go for a walk,” I thought, picked up the phone and called my friend. We walked for quite a long time, I came home in the evening, sat down at the computer site and again looked for information about the Selendman. Everything was the same, nothing new, I knew a lot about him.

It was getting dark, night fell, I went to bed, but the feeling of fear did not leave me. I lay down and couldn't sleep for a long time. Suddenly, there was a noise in the kitchen. I was scared, and I covered my head with a blanket. The noise did not stop, it seemed that someone was sorting through the dishes. Suddenly the noise stopped, but I was still under the covers, I became very scared. Suddenly I heard someone coming here to my room. I pretended to be asleep and suddenly felt someone's hand on my waist, my heart began to beat like crazy. Something leaned towards me and whispered:

“I know you are not sleeping.

I was silent, I wanted to scream, but I could not do it physically. It breathed right into my neck, and then whispered again:

Wake up, I want to talk to you.

I took a deep breath and, stuttering, asked:

“Oh-oh-oh w-what?”

“I don’t know, maybe about the fact that I’ll kill you soon?” He said this with a sort of grin.

- For what? - I became very scared.

“You know too much about me, and this must not be allowed.

I cried and through tears and fear told him:

“I won't tell anyone about you.

"Hmm..." He stood up.

I became very scared, I began to inhale and exhale deeply, because. I didn't have enough air. It was hot and stuffy under the covers, but I did not dare to get out.

“Get out from under the covers, it’s probably stuffy in there,” Slender told me.

No, no, no, I'm afraid of you! I answered him.

He took the blanket and pulled it off me. I covered my face with my hands and curled up into a ball. He put his hand on my head and the site of fear disappeared somewhere

"Why are you so afraid of me?"

- I don't know.

He started stroking my head.

“Everyone is afraid of me. Do you understand what it is - eternal loneliness? Slenderman removed his hand and bowed his head. I felt sorry for him and I still decided to look at him. She opened her eyes - the light coming through the window illuminated only his silhouette and in the dark he did not look so scary.

“You're not like that… I guess. I don't know you at all and people come up with some creepy stories. That you're some kind of terrible creature. They don't know the real you.

I don't want everyone to know who I really am.

“So don’t let them know,” I forcefully put a hand on his shoulder. He grabbed it and I flinched.

“Please don’t be afraid of me, I’m not so terrible.” He glanced at the site at me, but there was nothing to be seen in the darkness.

“Good,” the fear dissipated, but something still remained of him. He hugged me and then left almost immediately.

Now I know that Slenderman exists and what really. He showed me that he is not a cruel creature, but on the contrary, he has a kind soul. I hope to meet him again.

P.S. Sample video with Slender: