It was a Thursday, 10:45 Pm. Sixteen year old Lana was walking through the woods. No, her mother didn't know she sneaked out, or that she sneaked out almost every night to be out here. She couldn't. It was her only escape from people... from problems... from life in general.
She tromped through the woods, walking deeper and deeper into it's heart. She came across a small gorge, where she had placed a log across it, having grown tired of climbing down and up the gorge just to cross it. She easily ran across the placed log, having crossed it multiple times and mastering her balance.
She went a bit farther until she came across a tiny, abandoned house. It's windows were still intact, and were sparkling clean. Lana had brought some all-purpose out here to shine them up. The door was still a bit dirty, but that was her next project. Besides the windows, she had scraped the walls of the moss, dirt, and fungi, as well as clearing brush against the house. The roof, she had given up on until she could find an easier way to get up there.
Walking inside, she surveyed her safe-haven. The door opened into the small living room. To the left was the dining room and an open kitchen, a door in the dining-room led to the bathroom. A door on the right side of the living room led into the only bedroom in the house. It had it's own bathroom, but unlike the one in the dining room, this had a bathtub. A door at the opposite end of the living-room led to a small back porch with an overhang.
This was her home. This is where she wanted to live. No one was here. No problems could be made here. Nothing and nobody around... not until she found that special someone...
She shook that thought out of her head. Not yet. Not for a long while.
The inside still needed a bit of work. She had gotten the trash out, dumping it in another part of the ravine. Sweeping was the only thing left to be done. And there was a lot, because all the floors were wood. She preferred it that way anyway, seeing as how carpet would be such a mess to deal with.
Eventually, she'd have this place up and running; a bed in the bedroom, a couch in the living-room, food stored in the pantry. She figured maybe one day she could get some generators or something, get some electricity going through the house... that was her wish. Perhaps one day.
Tonight she wasn't going to work on anything. Work was saved for the weekends. She usually just came here to lie on the beanbag chair to read her book, with a clip-on book-light.
A noise sounded from behind the house, and she froze in her reading. Glancing at her digital watch, she read the time: 11:23 Pm. Creeping to the backdoor, she peered through the door's small window. She couldn't see anything. She slowly inched the door open, peeping her head out. "Hello?" she whispered. There was no response. She stepped outside and continued to survey the forest around her. Nothing seemed to be out of sorts, until she examined the trees. She did a double take.
The trees had grown taller, thinner. and the one in the middle looked more... ghostly than the others. It mesmerized her, and all the fear she might have had vanished. She closed the door behind her. She sat on the back porch, watching the tree.
Then the tree moved.
It started to shrink, though it didn't lose it's leanness. It shrunk until it was about eight feet tall. It no longer looked like a tree. It had the appearance of a tall, slender, mysterious man. It stood there, staring at Lana.
She wanted to panic. She wanted to scream. She wanted to fear. But she couldn't. She was calm, unafraid. What did scare her was how submissive she felt to the tall man. She slowly stood. Upon doing so, the tall man started moving forward. It walked towards her, stopping ten feet away from her. A chill ran through her spine, as she heard, no felt, whispers all around her. She barely made it out, but she heard I am the shadow of the trees. I am the darkness in your dreams.The thing from which every human has ran. I am what my enemies call me: The Slenderman.
Lana quickly sat up, and looked around her. She was sitting inside, book to the side. She stood up and ran out the back door, stopping on the back porch. Was that all a dream? But as she surveyed the distance, she could make out the tall man's figure, slowly walking away. She blinked, and it vanished.
Lana decided it was time to go home. Not because she felt in danger, but because she always made sure to be home before twelve. She looked at her watch. it read: 1:47 Am uhg, I'm gonna be tired tomorrow...
As she hiked back home, her thoughts were on nothing but... the Slenderman. She didn't feel threatened... but the more she thought about it all, the more she became scared.
She wasn't just gonna let this go. She was gonna find out what she could. Whether this was just a hoax, or something... otherworldly... she was gonna find out.
And nothing was gonna stop her.
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