Falling In Love With Slender Man

Chapter 1

--CHAPTER ONE--

Edison, Ohio

Present Day 

The tall, lanky man lumbered toward her. He resembled a tree with many branches. She wanted to scream out in fear as it came near her. All around her there were unpleasant scream as she watched her town burn before her eyes.

            A stream of agony over came her as she tried to crawl away from the man’s unwavering gaze. Somehow he held her in place though. She couldn’t move, even as she turned her head and stared into the glazed, unblinking eyes of her younger brother. He was only 5 years of age, and she was certain he was dead now.

            Dead because of whoever this man was. She knew, somewhere deep in her bones that this horrific man had caused this mess. He had set fire to her home. He probably even relished in the frantic screams of the families trying to save each other.

            Her brothers limp arms tangled above his head and were bent in unnatural ways. He had died in misery. His naturally fair hair was turned a sickish gray-brown from the ashes and soot that covered him. It was matted to his head with his own blood.

            She bit back tears as she took in her beloved brother. She did not know where her parents where, but at that moment it didn’t matter. She knew they were most likely dead.

            She stood up despite the sharp protest in her left leg. She figured she must have snapped it when she fell to the ground trying to run from the man who had destroyed everything.

            But now she was standing. She tried to throw her shoulders back and look furious. She knew she was going to die, but she would not die without a fight. She glared in the direction of the putrid man. She was known for this look when she was angry and was well aware that it had intimidated the quarter back of the football team just weeks before this.

            He was nearly in front of her; his feet almost flush with her own. He stood a good six yards taller than her. “Who are you?” she yelled up at the man’s pale, featureless face. “What do you want?”

            He cocked his head to the side, as if he had heard something to his right. Then his gigantic face looked straight at her. And who are you, my precious little dove? He had clearly spoken directly to her mind. This frightened and made a chill spread deep into her bones.

            You should not be left so alone, so defenseless. Who will save you now? He continued in her mind. The voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

            “You’re a sick bastard. Why would you do this?” she demanded of the beastly thing before her.

            You sing a brave song, little dove. But why do you sing such a song? Songs aren’t entirely from the heart; just meaningless words that are meant to make someone else feel. Are you trying to make me feel something, dove?

            “I’m trying to make you feel the hatred I feel for you,” she spat at him.

            He slow chuckle came from him. How he found humor in this she did not know.

            Oh, little dove, I think I’ll keep you for a while. You entertain me so.

            She was about to ask what on earth he was talking about, but her brain couldn’t think straight anymore. She was aware of a groggy feeling spreading through her. She commanded her eyelids not to shut, but they closed against her will. She fell to the ground with a thud.