What started as a normal family trip to my Grandma’s house turned out to be one of the best times of my life.
I have always had that charm of an insane obsessed person and lately I fell in love with the Slendermen. I dressed as one, decorated my room with them, and only looked at them on the computer. My friends laughed and just said I was obsessed but I wanted to be a Slenderman more then life its self.
My Grandma lived in a large, creaky, black painted house on the edge of a large forest. Ever second weekend of the mounth we would go down to see her and my brother and two sisters would play in the woods. It was a chilly mid-fall day the clouds barely letting sun through them and the wind rustling the dying leaves.. the perfect day for a Slenderman siting. My brother and sisters were to wimpy to go out into the cold windy day so I went alone. I walked and walked seeing nothing, but trees and the occasional animal. Frustrated I ran toward the darkest part of the forest hoping less light would bring me my Slenderman. By the time I had calmed down I couldn’t see any thing in front of me, but rising fog. I heard the small rustle of footsteps behind me turning expecting to see my brother or one of my sisters, but about thirty feet behind me was the thing I loved most in the world. The blank white head in the branches of the tree, the long arms hanging to his knees, the perfect black suit. “Come here Mr. Slenderman I want you!” I yelled out towards him. He just stood there. Perplexed I thought about all the things I knew about Slendermen and turned around. I turned my head over my shoulder to see him five feet closer, I did it again , and so did he. I continued to do this in tell he was right behind me. “Oh Mr. Slenderman.” I said reaching my hand out and toughing his chest. His ink black tentacles shot out around my arm holding it in place. I moved my other arm around his body to feel the hole in the cloth where his tentacles protruded. He responded by griping it tightly in place. “Make me into a Slenderman.” I said staring up where his eyes should be. He tipped his head slightly as to question what I had said. “I want nothing more in the world then to be one of you.” I said looking on him with pleading eyes. A black line where his mouth would be formed he opened it to show a large hole of teeth. He picked me up and then a milky feeling darkness surrounded me, but I never fell into sleep. I opened my eyes to see an empty forest in the middle of the day because it was so clear, but when I picked my self up I noticed my body fet different. I looked down at my self to see a long slender body covered in a form fitting suit. I was a Slenderman. Now I walk the darkness picking who is food and who will be the next air of the Slendermen line.