Little Witch

New Home

A young silver haired girl is laying in warm sheets, little recollection of what happened the night before. She starts to think and remember until flames and screaming come to mind, no regret of what she had done.

She moves the covers from over her head and sits up, she wipes sleep from her eyes and looks around the room she's in.

It's plain...nothing in the room besides the bed, a dresser, closet, and an end table beside the bed. The walls are white, the floor is wooden, and the window has a brown curtain over it.

She slowly slides out of bed to see her boots aren't on but her clothes are, so she looks around until she spots them. The girl grabs them and pulls them on, she zips them up and stands.

"Jacob?"

"Yes?

"Where are we?"

The voice is silent for what seems like forever before speaking up. "I have no idea..."

The girls sighs and walks towards the door, she reaches for the door knob and when she touches it a person from the other side turns it. She steps bank and watches as a tall, pale figure enters. It has a black suit on and no face, tentacles protruding from it's back.

"Hello, child." it says.

"How can it speak with no mouth?"

"I do not know."

She stares up at the creature, unable to utter a word of response to it, but not because she's scared, it's because she's mute.

"Can you speak, child?" asks the faceless creature. She shakes her head as if to say 'no'. "Oh, are you mute?" she nods. "I'll get you a notebook and pen to write with."

She nods and watches it leave the room, she just stands there waiting for it to come back.

"What is that creature?"

"I do not know."

"How can I understand it? It clearly is not speaking Russian."

"It is because of me, I understand many languages so you understand those languages as well."

The creature enters the room once again with a notebook and pen in hand, it hands her the notebook and she thinks.

"Jacob, do you understand how to write the language it is speaking?"

"He is speaking english, so yes, I do."

She feels Jacob take partial control of her and write in english, which she can read as well. She lifts up the notebook

Where am I?
Written on the page.

"You are in my mansion, many creepypastas live here under my protection." he tells her. "You are one of them, if you accept my offer."

"I suggest you accept it, we have no where else to go."

She nods to show her accepting the offer, the creature sighs in relief. "My name is Slenderman, or Slender, for short. May I ask what your name is?"