This is my world. Where I will build my palace from sweat, tears, and blood.
A girl walked inside the forest. Wondering what hid inside. As she enters, Screams went from behind her. She looked behind. Nothing was there.
Her eyes continues to wander as she walks deeper inside the forest, As if finding something. Wind gust through her hair, Making it messy as she walked inside the forest. She smiled, Seeing something in the distance. A piece of paper. She ripped the paper as the wind blew through her hair. She looked around as she thought that the myhical being that would appear if you ripped it's paper would come. It's name? Slenderman
He was the host of the creepypastas. She wanted to see if it was true
She Sighed, unsatisfied and tired, She walked back. Before she even got a few steps away from the place she got the paper, A laugh can be heard. She looked around once more. Nobody.
She then heard someone- no, She heard Something. Static? Why was there static? As she looked behind, Lies Slenderman himself as his mouth was wide open.
She screamed as she ran backwards towards a tree. The tree was holding her? She looked behind, No that's not a tree, That's a tentacle!
She looked forward once more as The Slenderman looks sharply into her eyes without a face. The tentacles moved forward in such slow speed she can feel she's dieing already.
Then a loud satisfying crunch can be heard throughout the whole forest
So that's where those red things has been coming from
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Boredom
VéletlenHere lies what is my boredom. If I wake up, feeling kind of bored, I'll write this or sort of like that. People sighed when they bored But I Write shit about them People grumbles and sleeps or chat when their bored But I write my heart out when I'm...
