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.


19. Ich Bin Hier

Together they wandered through the woods, into the deepest reaches and furthest edges. Birds had already escaped from this area which Harry assumed was a good thing, 'maybe they all flew away from Derek's shouts.' He thought, a plausible idea. 

The sun shone even higher in the sky, though it did nothing to the bleak forest floor. The thick leaves and masses of branches made sure that no light escaped their ceiling of foliage above. A slight mist filled the air, making quick work to cover the duo with dew and moistness, it was an uncomfortable search. Harry still hadn't recovered from the fright that Francis gave him, so each step further from civilization and further into the foggy void was almost maddening. 

From the deep wood a brisk wind rushed past the trees, breaking branches and stirring up leaves. This sudden burst of wind knocked Francis off his feet and onto his back, hard. The wind carried with it a voice, a voice so terrible, so unearthly, yet it seemed to have been spoken out from the trees themselves; for it was everywhere, an unescapable voice.

"Kommst du mich gesucht?" The voice was guttural, it seemed to echo on the wind, surrounding them with it's evil words. It was a horrible voice that filled Harry's and Francis' head with pain and torment with each passing word.

"Who said that? Show yourself!" Harry demanded, drawing his weapon while Francis tried to get to his feet, the pounding wind still causing him to struggle.

"Sie sind gekommen, um mich zu suchen, haben sie nicht?" The voice replied, anger rising within the unknown words.

"I don't understand you! What do you want?" Harry stood firm in the dominating winds and edged further forward, Francis couldn't move, he lay motionless.

"Du hast mich gefunden," the voice now getting louder. "Ich bin hier."

The swirling leaves and a torrent of fog encapsulated Harry, isolating him from the rest of the world. "Harry! We should just go!" Francis' cries failed to reach it's target, Harry stood cut off, alone in this fight.

"Ich bin hier," It began, "und bald werdet ihr alle tot sein. Denn ich bin der großemann, Ich bin der Tod, ich bin böse, ich bin der teufel in menschlicher gestalt!"

Harry fell to his knees clutching his skull, the sinister words now dominated his entire body, it felt like a burning poker behind his eyes, he wished for death. From the fog a black figure had appeared, eight foot tall and growing as it's arms straightened, supporting his weight. It's body was thin, skeletal and of the purest black, though it looked to be wearing a suit of sorts, but it didn't fit right. It didn't fit right at all. 

"Ich bin heir!" It screamed, an explosion of wind and pain engulfed the already dazed Harry, bringing him to submission. 

"Ich habe dich für eine weile gefolgt, für eine ewigkeit," the voice said, it's foreign words confusing and crippling Harry in fear. "Sie wollte für mich in deinen träumen, in deine alpträume. Deine seele gehört jetzt mir!"

With that the black figure disappeared from where it was, only to reappear standing right over Harry, it's void white skinless face baring down on him. A long outstretched arm came down slowly, reaching for Harry's face. "Du bist mein!" With that Harry yelled, threw up his arms, the model 36 firmly in his grip and fired relentlessly into the face of Slender Man. Only two shots exploded from the weapon before it was out of ammo, a dull clicking noise told of it's empty barrel. The bullets however had hit their target; the beast swung backwards grabbing at it's face in horror, but then, it rose back up. It seemed to be laughing, cackling at Harry's attempts to stop it.

Harry put the gun inside his mouth and kept pulling the trigger, just praying that it had one more bullet to end his own life with. Tears rolled down his face with each successive dull click from the gun. "Sally..." Harry said, moments before two long black arms grabbed hold of him, and he passed out.

The end is silence.
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