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.


6. Meeting of Old Friends

Morning couldn't come soon enough for Harry, he had spent his night daydreaming about Slender Man. Every time he closed his eyes he would see the figure, standing just out of view. Now that the sun was rising over the high-rise buildings and in through the curtains of his hotel room, Harry could finally get out of his sweat covered bed and make a cup of brown.

He sipped his black americano coffee while looking at his papered walls, following his mind map once again, desperately searching for a connection between the victims. A connection between the locations. But it was impossible to make out a pattern, nothing made sense. 

It was going just past nine, his friend would be arriving at Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport in an hour, so he had to get ready to meet him. He decided to ring Derek and give him the news, he asked him to meet up at Coronado Cafe on 7th street for noon. Derek happily accepted, his voice still croaky, perhaps after a full night of sobbing.  

Harry then got dressed, he had a choice of shirts and suit jackets, he wasn't the kind of man to stroll around in a pair of Levis and a V-neck, suits were his thing. He picked up a pair of light grey dress pants with accompanying waist coat and a crisp white shirt. Looking pleased with his choice he got dressed. He then began to pack away the disturbing images from the walls and ceiling and hide them away in his suitcase, his own dirty little secret. Having collected all of his things, as well as a handful of small hotel shampoo bottles from the bathroom, and the complimentary coconut biscuits, Harry was ready to leave the Hilton. 

He exited the building carrying his one modest sized suitcase and hailed down a taxi, "Sky Harbor Airport" were his commands to the driver. Just like that they were speeding down the streets of Phoenix, the heat radiating through the car as the sun sat high in the sky. Even though not at it's peak the sun still caused the thermometers to soar well past the nineties, this would be an uncomfortable day for all, and not just because of the weather.

Harry arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare, he paid his fare and entered the lavishly decorated airport. The glorious air conditioning soothed Harry's burning face, he wasn't used to this kind of weather. The interior of the airport was beautiful, it's sunken ceilings glowed blue from spotlights hidden in the alcoves. The path curved and winded past gift-shop and around coffee shops, like a labyrinth of commerce. 
Harry's friend was arriving at terminal 3 so he made his way to the waiting area and sat on the metal bucket seats, watching passengers coming and going. Despite the cooling air conditioning Harry's forehead still ran with sweat, his anxiety was getting the better of him. He hadn't seen his friend in so many years, so much history between them, so much heart ache. Then just as Harry was lost in memories of his past life with his old friend, he caught a glimpse in his eye of what was, unmistakably his friend. He could always pick him off a mile away. Harry stood, holding back the urge to smile, and waiting for his friend to get closer. "Francis! It's good to see you mate." Harry held out an open hand, but Francis declined the handshake.

"Two weeks and I'm going back, two weeks only. I'm only hear to clear my name for last time, not for you." Francis then grabbed his bag and made his way to the boiling streets of Phoenix without looking back.
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