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A/N: So i have read many experiences of people online, so i decided to make this chapter gathering them. I actually feel a lot better knowing He may be real than thinking i am going insane. You are not alone in this. You are not mad.
1) Childhood experience - by deleted user
This happened at about the time I was four or five. Like any other little kid I would get scared of most things, but this one time scared me more than any other.
After a normal day in the life of a kindergartner, I went to sleep at about ten o'clock or so. Half the time I either forget my dreams or just don't dream at all. Tonight was not one of those nights.
After drifting off to sleep I begin a very weird dream. I see myself walking down a long, narrow, dark corridor, light only coming from a door at the very end. I slowly walk through the hallway to the room, which is very bright, the entire room seeming to be covered in white. I walk into the room, but there's nothing to explore in there.
As I'm about done looking at this room, I turn around back to the door to get in the corridor again, where this time there's a man standing there. I just see his long, black, business suit, and I start looking up closely. 'Okay, red tie...' I think to myself. I eventually look at his face.
There is no face.
I am looking at a white orb with a neck wearing a business suit, standing almost eight feet tall. Like any normal kid my age, I scream.
The scream rips me away from the dream into real life. I'm sweating and my heart is racing. I look towards the clock to read '12:57 AM'. My dad opens the door to my room, and when he comes in he asks what's wrong. Apparently, on my dad's recalling, he claims I said, "Tall Stick Man".
2) He's watched me my entire life- by WalkingLeaf22
Throughout my life I have had 3 experiences with the entity that I have come to call "The Shadow Man."
He lurks in my nightmares and is always in the back of my mind when I am in the dark. My first experience was when I was 8. I have always been a poor sleeper and this night was no different. Around 2 in the morning I realized that I needed to go to the bathroom. I slipped out of my bed and tip toed to the washroom, hoping not to wake anyone as I passed by their doors. When I reached the bathroom I was confronted by a tall figure shrouded by darkness. I was shocked but I could not seem to utter a single noise. I just stood there. The figure was clearly that of a man but no features were distinguishable. He reached out his hand and with a long, slender finger he began to beckon me towards him. I could not move. I tried to see if I could recognize a face. Maybe it was my father up for a late night whizz. The figure said nothing. It only beckoned. After some time I worked up the nerve to turn on the light. With the flip of a switch, the figure was gone. I remember fleeing to my parent's room, crying that I had seen a monster, only to be hushed and told that the dark was playing tricks on me. Maybe it was?
Four years later, we visited my great uncle's farm. It was no longer a functional farm but my brother and I used to like to go and play in the old hay loft and search for the skeletons of long dead cats. A morbid hobby maybe but it certainly seemed fun at the time. After a long day of playing in the hay loft we were getting ready to leave. It was late afternoon and my parents were eager to get home for supper. As we were leaving I looked back at the barn. In the highest window, at the top of the old building, I could make out the figure of a man. No discernible features, just the shadowy figure. I felt like he was looking directly at me. There was movement. He was beckoning. Fear slithered up my spine. I knew that for a person to be standing in front of that window there would need to be a surface for them to stand on. I knew the ins and outs of that barn and I knew there was no floor in front of that window. Whoever it was had to have been hovering there on thin air. I kept this to myself. I knew my parents would not believe me and I was not sure if I believed it myself.
About 2 years ago I had my most recent experience with "The Shadow Man". As I had mentioned before I am a poor sleeper. As I got older I started to develop sleep paralysis. I would feel like my body was finally starting to drift off then some over whelming terror would come over me and I would try to move or scream but was unable to do either. I was conscious but temporarily trapped in my own body. I would get these sensations from time to time. They would frighten me but I knew it was just my silly brain toying with me. Until that night. It was late. I was lying in bed. Hoping to drift off soon. I could feel the sleep begin to creep up my limbs. My breathing was becoming regular and restful. My eyes were getting heavy. The numbness of sleep was finally starting to envelop me. As my eyes begin to flutter before retiring for the night, I see him. Standing at the foot of my bed. Staring at me. I cannot see his eyes but I know he is looking at me. I try to move. To shake myself into wakefulness but the sleep paralysis has taken over. I am aware of my surroundings but unable to do anything. He begins to crawl up my bed toward me. I can feel the pressure but I cannot move. I try to scream. I try to escape. But I am frozen. His face is soon inches from mine. I stare into nothingness. The outline of a face is there but no features. I cannot get away. My heart is racing, I feel sick to my stomach, I urge myself to get out of my paralytic state. I shoot up from my bed and he is gone. I look around my room. I must have been dreaming. That could not have been real. I settle myself back down. My tired mind must have been playing tricks on me. I lay down in my bed. I was okay. I felt the odd sensation that someone was in my room but I chalked that up to the nightmarish experience. I started to feel sleep take over my body again. Just as my body is ready to submit to my overwhelming exhaustion I hear it. The rocking chair in the corner of my room. Rocking back and forth, back and forth. He's back....
3) The shadow man returns
It was around 3am and I was finally starting to doze off after some late night reading. I was half asleep when I could sense someone else in my bed. Oddly, my brain registered it as being the person I had been seeing and he was just asleep next to me. As I started to wake up I remembered he was not here tonight. That was not him beside me. There was something in my bed. The paralysis hit me and I could not move. I felt the body next to me roll over and grab me tightly. I tried to scream but I had no voice. Suddenly, I sat upright and the apparition was gone. I chalked it up to my old night terrors returning and tried to rest again. A short time later I was starting to feel sleep take over my body. But a sense of dread was also creeping into my mind and the paralysis struck again. I felt panicked and tried to rouse myself. I started to feel pressure on my chest and when I looked down there was the outline of someone's head resting there. I kept trying to wake myself up fully but I could not move. The head slowly turned to face me. I could make out the very vague features of a face. I tried to open my mouth to scream again but as I opened my mouth the face put it's mouth over mine and sucked the breath from me. I finally let out a soft vocalization and woke myself fully. I was out of breath and I could still feel where the head had been on my chest. I knew I would not be able to sleep again. If I did the shadow man would come back. This was my first actual physical encounter with the entity and I am scared it will get worse.
4) Slenderman is watching you- by AnnabelleLee
My roommates and I often write or draw things on our bathroom mirror in dry-erase marker. I went in to take a shower and wrote "Slender Man is Watching You". I stepped into the shower and when I got out I was slightly creeped out. Every word looked like it had veins coming out of it and the word "you" was completely warped as if someone wrote it with a shaky hand, it was no longer my handwriting. At the time my roommate was home but I know he didn't come in and write it because the door was locked. I left the house for work and when I came back later that day the words were changed again. The word "watching" was written in a really weird way where you could barely read it. I asked my roommate and my boyfriend and they both denied doing it. I know if they had done it they would have made it clear they were trying to scare me. I don't know how it happened and to this day that mirror now creeps me out.
Let me explain. It's like a disease. The more you see, the more you believe and the more you fear it. The more you fear it, the more you get paranoid about seeing him. Then you make yourself believe you see him, because you think you will. Then you become even more scared, until it engulfs you. That is how Slenderman is real. He is real in the same way fear is real. A very scary metaphysical being that takes your sanity, the stories were all true to an extent.
5)He is real- by unknown user
Let me explain. It's like a disease. The more you see, the more you believe and the more you fear it. The more you fear it, the more you get paranoid about seeing him. Then you make yourself believe you see him, because you think you will. Then you become even more scared, until it engulfs you. That is how Slenderman is real. He is real in the same way fear is real. A very scary metaphysical being that takes your sanity, the stories were all true to an extent.
6) We all knew of him- by MelissaMarie
Years ago, before I had even heard of Slenderman or Reddit there was a story of him around my old neighborhood. We did not actually call him Slenderman, but some kids had reported seeing a tall, older man in a suit walking around the graveyard. There was a specific story that sticks out to me told by a girl that was in college at the time. She was my friends older sister and she was telling me about how she was skateboarding home one night and she had to pass the cemetery, which was the block over from hers. She kept seeing tall, lingering shadows following her, but she thought nothing of it til she got home and saw a tall, older man wearing a black suit standing in her back yard. She ran inside and looked out the window to see him standing across the street under the trees. She said he didn't leave all night and that she would see him every now and then in the same spot. There were so many other stories almost identical to hers around my neighborhood. I never actually saw anything and I'm pretty glad that I didn't. I'd be worried that he was outside of my window right now, but I live across the counrty from my old home. I wonder if there are still stories of him there...
7) He is back again... -by GalaxyWolf50991
My girlfriend and I have been experiencing slender sickness for years. I have longer than her. Since I was around 8 or so. My whole life is an amnesic blur so forgive me if I am a little off on ages and timelines. But it was around then I think. My girlfriend was around 13 when she got obsessed and developed it. We were friends in middle school when that was happening and my friends introduced me to him. That's when it got worse for me. The thing is he has stalked me my entire life- and he won't leave me alone. Maybe he is intrigued by the fact that I have held strong for almost 11 years. I'm 19 turning 20 this year. I wanted to write this to say, Hey I am here and want to talk. Also- I'm not just stalked by him. I'm stalked by his proxies too and even have had interactions. I want to ask you this though, what if there is more to the story than this? What if Slenderman was part of something bigger? And there was so much more to uncover. I know more than I remember. I know for a fact my memories... pretty much my entire life has been stolen from me and I don't know why. My head is beginning to hurt and I'm starting to get a sick uneasy feeling. I'mma wrap this up... Please if you are still out there... let me know. He is back again....
8) experiences-by QueenLucifer
Hm some parts of this align with my experiences with him but not all. The weirdest thing about my experience is I saw him before I ever read creepypastas. Much less the Slenderman specific ones. Believe it or not. However I have been cursed and haunted my whole life related to things in my past life. And I even recall knowing Slenderman personally in one of my past lives. So maybe that's why I saw him as a teen but was not taken???
The worst he ever did to me was cause me a weird missing time experience where I passed out and illogically ended up back in bed like as if I literally got teleported there. Even though I was heading towards him because I saw him in my bedroom sitting at the computer chair waiting for me. That was the most intense my experience with him ever got. Then no activity for years. And then one random experience shortly after covid where I was now an adult where I saw him staring at me from outside the apartment through my big bedroom window.
He was so far away from that distance he couldn't have naturally seen me so I do not think it's been a human disguising as him this whole time. Plus when I see him he has morphing abilities including notably changing his height. And most humans cannot generally do that on their own. If you have any answers for my experience I'd like some.
Especially since after that last recent sighting in 2021 there's been a long period of no sightings again. It makes me wonder if he plans to have another visit again. Considering I got the random urge to look up Slenderman stuff out of seemingly nowhere. I've also been incredibly suicidal and have developed an urge to disappear that I can't shake off.
I wonder if that's connected to the past sightings in any way.
How do I avoid looking at him though? He seems to have almost a hypnotic effect that makes you instantly look at him from my experience.
9) Ignore him -by unknown user
It was about 2 months ago I think when I saw slenderman and I was walking my dad's dog with my dad in a park which had a small forest. But I found out that if you ignore slenderman, he won't stalk you. This works by not being stressed by him because slenderman makes his victims go insane (slenderman abducts kids by pretending to be a nice person though). Slenderman only stalked me in that park (my dad didn't see slenderman and he doesn't believe in the paranormal) because I extensively researched him too much on the night before that walk. I pretty much saved my life from him by ignoring him it's worth it to ignore him!
10) ... - by unknown user
I have seen slenderman for the past few years at the beginning of 5th grade a year after my parents (?) to creepypasta. My first creepyapasta was the rake but i didnt took interest in it but i started to wake up seeing someone knock on the window but it was dark outside at that time. But as i grew is started to notice this strange things happe ing around and i get the feeling of being watched. At the age of 13 i found out something i clearly remember. My mom told me that at the age of 6 years old is that i refused my mother to turn off the lights and she asked why but i answered that there was a tall man in a suit at the corner of the room watchung me and he told me he was going to take me away. My mom didnt believed at all unitl the next night she saw it and it knocked the fence down. Im 14 today and it doesn't bother me that slender is following me even if im loosing my mind at that moment but he somehow comforts me. The only way i know thaf he is around is when my dog bafks at the forest or starts growling at the darkest corner around my neighbor hood since he protects it. I got more experiences of slender such as waking up with him towering my bed at 3 o'clock in the morning.
A/N: I find more and more encounters every day but i do not want to make the chapters too long, i will include 10 encounters per chapter!
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