He broke my lamp last night. Right as I am about to doze off, the lamp is knocked over and breaks. It’s all the way across the room. Shattered.
He likes to hide behind my heater. How does he get back there? It’s such a tight space. His voice echoes in my head. As I’m sleeping he comes out and mocks me. Knowing there is nothing I can do to stop him. What if he goes for my family?
He is getting more bold. Coming out during the day. In the light. He is scarrier in the light. You can fully see his… lack of features. Why won’t he just do it already?
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One of two recovered photographs from the Stirling City Library blaze. Notable for being taken the day which fourteen children vanished and for what is referred to as “The Slender Man”. Deformities cited as film defects by officials. Fire at library occurred one week later. Actual photograph confiscated as evidence.
1986, photographer: Mary Thomas, missing since June 13th, 1986.
I heard him. All around me. The sound of a child crying. The laughter of a baby. The mixing noises it drives me nuts. I step out back onto the porch for some fresh here. The fog rolls in. I froze up. I could of just turned and opened the door and gone inside. But I waited on the porch. The fog reaches me and he is there. That stench is back. He reaches out and lashes at me with his hand. He catches my shoulder and left what looked like a whip lash. I’m not crazy. He is here. The pain and the slash are proof.
The smell is one of the things I hate the most. When he comes he brings along the smell of animals, forest, baby powder and the coppery stench of blood. It makes you want to know where the smell is coming from and what is making it. But once you find out. You wish you hadn’t.
My friends convince me to go to the park with them. I feel safe enough. Nothing has happened recently out of the ordinary. Being at Penguin Park till 2am isn’t to bad. Till the wailing. The sound of a child crying. The fog rolling in. The hands scrapping towards us. We stumble towards the safety of the car and wait for the fog to leave. Just when I start to feel safe.
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Both subjects were hunting in the Steinmen woods four hours before sundown. Surviving subject states that while hunting both men grew uneasy as fog levels rapidly increased. A constant murmuring sound accompanied by a low hum eventually became apparent to the two men an hour after the fog increased. An object falling out of tree stuck one of the men in the left shoulder causing him to discharge his weapon. Object said to be the body of a man of unknown age. It was very precisely dissected, with major internal organs still contained within the rib cage in what looked to be clear bags. Surviving subject placed organ bag within backpack. Attack followed several minutes later after a “low children’s laugh, like a giggle”. Surviving subject ran until he reached his vehicle. Subject then drove to assumed safety.
Surviving subject is classified as a B7 witness. B7 witness to be placed in quarantine “Blind Box” until resolution.
I woke up from the strange nightmares that I know he is giving me. The woods behind my house. The fear of him being there. Knowing he is there. Standing just behind the trees so I can barely glimps the shine off of him.
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