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Don't breathe.

He might hear you.

I am pressed against the wall. My fingers are spread as wide as they will go as my palms press heavily on the drywall. I take a deep breath. Hold it tight. I feel the air escaping my lungs, my circulation; my blood thinning of oxygen as I hold, one, two, three….

I hear Him slither down the hallway. His movements are languid, snake like, as He comes after me. I can imagine it all in my head: the long, thin arms, coiling around every turn and corner, searching for me. Have you ever noticed His face? His eyes—or lack thereof? I have a theory. He doesn't have eyes because He doesn't need them. He hears things. Feels things. Smells things.

I exhale, slowly, hoping not to catch His attention. It's a fruitless thought. He knows where I am. He's only playing with me. A game of cat-and-mouse, where He is the cat, and I am nothing more than a rubber mouse hiding underneath old and rusty furniture. He will find me. It will only be a matter of time.

My fingers curl into knuckles. I bring my arms down to my sides and take a tentative step down the room. Always pressing against the wall because it's dark. I can't even see my own hand in front of me. He killed the lights. I have to wonder if He senses things better in the dark. Every attack I've heard of, the lights have been off, or it's been outside at night with no moon in the sky.

Would it be so awful to die by His hands? Would He play with me, torture me, or make it fast and sleek? Am I prolonging my torment by waiting for Him, by playing into His games?

Crunching sounds. Wet, deep, and throaty chuckles. A snap. I wonder what He's found—then I remember my pet rabbit. He's eating my rabbit. I want to cry and to scream, to find Him and kill Him for this. I can't move, though. I've been immobilized by fear and by the wet choking sounds coming from the other room. I hear a damp tearing sound and wonder what part of the body He is eating now. My rabbit didn't even squeal—didn't even notice the Monster creeping up on it.

The slow, steady, drip, drip, drip of blood platters against the ground. In the silence, I can hear it, only punctuated by the low grinding coming from His mouth. Ploop. Crunch, ploop. Does He drink blood?

There is a sound like a zip of electricity and the lights flicker to life.

I gasp.

The crunching stops. Then, a small and husky giggle. I feel as if I am about to faint as I look around the room frantically. Where to hide? Where will He be least likely to look first?

I dive beneath the bed. I barely fit as I shimmy my way into the small space as silently as I can. Once I am settled, I roll over to look out from beneath the bed. There is a small area where the sheets do not meet the floor. I can see the door to the bedroom and shadows as they dance all around the dark and cramped space.

I hold my breath. One, two, three….

The slow slithering. Down the hallway. I see His shadow growing bigger, then smaller, in the doorframe, as he comes closer to the light.

Finally, His legs are visible. Long, black fabric touches the floor. I see no sign of feet, and in the last moments of my life, I wonder if He even needs to walk—or if he simply floats.

He walks into the room and turns around. I don't dare exhale, although my lungs are screaming for release.

He walks closer. Closer still. I feel the air growing stale and old inside my chest. I am growing dizzy, although I can't tell if it's from the lack of oxygen or from the spine-wrenching fear.

The movement stops. He begins to kneel.

He lifts the sheets and bends down low, so that his face slowly comes into my view.

And he smiles.

My stab at a Slenderman fic.

For ~MissDelirium


I get a lot, a lot a lot a lot, a lot, a LOT of comments questioning this, and I'm surprised I haven't qualified this yet in the description, so here you go.

The original Slenderman mythos (we're talking early 2005 Slenderman, yes, he was spoken about that long ago) dictated that he appeared differently for each person he visited. For some people, he'd have no face; for others, he would. It all depended on what that particular person found the scariest.
The Slenderman that has become the popularized view of Slenderman is, of course, the Slenderman from Marble Hornets. There are a lot of spin offs of Slenderman, but they all source back to Marble Hornets in some way, shape, or form.

When I wrote this, I PURPOSELY drove it away from the popularized view of Slenderman. I wanted to bring him back to his Something Awful roots. The best way to do that, to me, seemed to draw my reader in using what I thought was scary.
A monster without a face, to me, is laughable. It's alien, sure, but it's just alien enough that it's difficult for readers to imagine in a scary context. After all, everything has a face. Everything has to have a mouth, and eyes, and blahblahblah. For some, the idea that something couldn't have these things might be terrifying for them; for me, it wouldn't have stuck. it wouldn't have been scary. I would have just kept questioning the logistics of how it was possible.
So, my Slenderman appears with a face. I don't know if he has eyes or not, but he has a mouth. To me, you can deal without eyes (probably because my brother is blind, so I grew up knowing you can get away without seeing); but you can't survive without a mouth. So my version of Slenderman has a mouth, probably very wide, full of sharp teeth set in the back of his mouth.

It's just my interpretation of Slenderman! You don't have to agree, and I don't mind if you guys want to share your versions of Slendy to me. If you like the Marble Hornets interpretation, go for it! Just don't knock my version.
Marble Hornets may be the best known form of Slenderman, but that doesn't mean it's the ONLY form!

Caught the 1,000 favorites mark! Thanks guys! You are all INSANE.

PS--keep an eye out for a sequel, perhaps?...
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CyborgNinja3 Featured By Owner 3 days ago
Maybe I shouldn't have read this at 1 am
Ana-chanYukia Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
No so good whyyy
woy-bunny-hop Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2014  New member Student Filmographer
I love this kidnapping dude!Even though I will scream if he was real,it was a really cool story!I don't think there is going to be a sequel of the movie,a friend of mine told me that 3 girls got hypotized by slenderman because they keep looking at him.They end up killing the girl who was at the bathroom.I thought he was kidding,but he was always telling the truth.
Swag2003 Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2014  New member Hobbyist Filmographer
Cool story bro!
DvArtGal13 Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2014
I read this and I shat bricks
Zm156 Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Scary! Very scary! Cool story!
faithbrier Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
creepy dude...very creepy!
InvaderIka Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014  Student General Artist
This is amazing and describes Slender and his hunting tactics in the eyes of the victim pretty damn well! I congratulate you!
DI-LastShadow Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014  Student General Artist
Do you mind if I do a dramatic reading and put it on my Tumblr?
CLOWNFISH14 Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
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