He Is always watching me, I can feel it. He is always there, the creaks in the floor at night. The shadow always in the corner. He doesn’t have eyes, but he can see you anyway. He is always watching, if you like it or not. I told him to go away, but he won’t he never listens. My name is Joanne and I am being stalked by Slenderman. (All names in this story have been changed for protection of the innocent.)
It was in early November this year 2012, I was walking home from school alone. I was humming a tune I have never actually herd before, but I like to hum it. School was boring typical, but one thing was different. My friend Julie had told me about a urban legend. It was about a tall man who had no face, she told me his name was Slenderman. There is no such thing as a man without a face, right? I kept thinking about the video she showed me about that man seeing the Slenderman. It was pretty creepy, the Slenderman just stared at the man, but the man panicked. A lot. As soon as I got home I went to my computer to look up more facts on this Slenderman.
The night after I looked into the Slenderman I began to feel paranoid. I couldn’t sleep right after that. He can’t be real though. A man with out a face. No. My friends began to notice me becoming more and more paranoid. As I did become more paranoid. Yet I did not stop researching the Slenderman, the myth of it all was interesting. I should of stopped though it could of saved me from that thing.
One night in late November I couldn’t sleep, a loud thunder storm was keeping me awake. I went to go get a drink, I had been coughing a lot lately. I thought it was a cold. Once I got downstairs I opened up a window while I filled a cup up with water. It was around four in the morning. When I had turned around to go back to my bed, I saw it for the first time. The Slenderman right outside my window. Just standing there staring.  I tried to tell my self it wasn’t real, just my head.
The following day I went outside and found a note where it had been standing last night. The note read: “Once, Twice, more I am coming in the door.” It freaked me out, but I thought it had to be a prank. Some kids, but then I noticed a carving on my wall. A circle with a x through it. No. It can’t be real. All people have faces. But he no it isn’t a person. I don’t know what it is.
I didn’t go outside I always kept the lights on. Drawing him repeatedly. My brother Jake found me he said I was sick I needed help. He was right I did need help, but its to late now. Jake stayed with me every night. I told him about the Slenderman, he said it wasn’t real. It still happened though I saw it again, outside waiting, staring. Then once more I saw it waiting staring. But Jake could never see it. I thought about the note. “Once,twice, more I am coming in the door.”
Now I just wait to see it come trough my door.

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