Chapter Twenty-Five
Those next couple of days I wanted the smell of rib to stay in my room more than anything. I was so curious about everything. I had a packet full of miscellaneous Slender notes I’d written in my spare time in late night by myself. It was just little things I realized or theorized about events I’d been in. I spent a lot of time remembering passing through the ark and talking me into how to pick up tell tale signs I’ve gone through it. I don’t know why I do this to myself. Some days I’m completely normal, but when I’m alone I dive right into my curiosity again.
The folder was jam packed with my favorite Creepypasta interpretations of Slenderman, wiki theories, my theories, drawings I wished I could take back, and ark notes. I took one last look at that folder and burnt it today at my bonfire when I went out to make a s’more by myself. I wore my hair up that day too.
YOU ARE READING
Slender
RandomSmall town girl, Cece, just started her eighth grade year and was stoked to see her friends again from a wild summer. But as her year starts so do rumors. Some of the weird kids start talking about this creature known as the Slenderman and his name...
