Slender Man

A story based around the true tales and actual records of a paranormal entity that has plagued our world since time began. We follow Harry Cobain, a researcher into this phenomenon as he makes a big speach about the entity at a conference. But he does not know that a man sits in the audience, and will change his life, showing him the true face of Slender Man. WARNING: contains descriptions of actual crimes which include the killing of small children. Read with caution.


14. Hampton Inn

For a Wednesday afternoon the Hampton Inn was surprisingly empty. Wooden beams lined the walls and ceilings, giving it a homely feel, though not quite. It was a large room, one wall dominated by a long bar, a handful of not-so attractive barmaids chatted to each other about their weekends antics. The rest of the room was adorned by cheap wooden tables and benches. The dark concrete floor was lined with dusty bluish-grey rugs, their patterns fading after decades of abuse and spilled beers. At the centre of the room stood a fireplace, now used as a bin storage. This place could have been beautiful, rustic and quaint. Instead it stood as a reminder of America's blind eye to it's more backwater residents, a national shame whitewashed by reality tv and stories of sex and sleaze; a third world problem hidden by first world media hounds. 

The three of them pulled up a table close to a window overlooking the parking lot, and removed their now soaked coats. Harry went over to the bar to get in the first round of drinks and ask about the meals of the day. He stumbled slightly over an upturned corner of the battered rug, an act that did not go un-missed by the beady eyes of the barmaids.

"Enjoy your trip?" One laughed, clearly not wanting a tip from the customer she had just insulted. 

Harry just looked at her and inwardly shook his head, "I'll have three beers," he said choosing to leave out his pleases and thank you's. "What food are you guys serving? I didn't see a menu."

"All we got's chili, it'll take a few minutes to microwave it though." She replied, brushing her long muddy blonde hair out from her eyes, revealing a tired face coupled with evidence of herpes around the corners of her mouth. Instantly Harry knew more about her events last weekend than he wanted to, especially before lunch. 

"Think I'll pass on the chili thanks," Harry said, feeling a little sick. "Just the beers then."

The barmaid then labouredly shuffled across the bar to get his order. As Harry waited he put his hands in his pockets and lent against the bar, but he found something his pocket that he wasn't expecting. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes. 'What am I doing with Francis' cigarettes?' he asked himself, confused. He looked over to his companions and saw Francis reading his magazine and Derek admiring the now pounding weather onto the slowly increasing puddles outside. The dusty maid came back with his beers, so he paid the women and left, making sure to not trip over the rug a second time. 

Placing the beers onto the table Harry reclaimed his seat, happy to be off his feet. He hated not sleeping right, and that night in the car did nothing for his back. So the three of them enjoyed the drinks and started making small talk, nothing too heavy which was alright with Harry, the last thing he needed was more supernatural talk. But something caught his eye, within the mist and rain Harry saw a long, tall black figure of a man, standing far in the distance by some trees past the parking lot. Derek's talking was drowned out by a thumping in Harry's head. The black figure didn't move, it just stood their, watching, an omen of disaster. 

Muffled voices grew louder in Harry's ear, tearing him away from the visage of death from outside. "Harry!" Derek shouted, kicking him under the table, "ready to go?" Their drinks were empty while his had gotten warm in his grasp.

"Yeah why not, lets just get to Pine Bluff shall we?" He replied, forcing a smile on his weary face. He tore his attention back to the man outside but it was gone. Out of sight anyway, but never gone. Never gone.
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