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.


4. The Plea

"I am not here to scare you with these tales. I am not even here to discern whether this phenomenon truly exists, there's enough evidence to support this claim as it is. I am here to warn you. There are symptoms to look out for if you are nearing his presence. It is called Slender Man Disease or SmD, and the symptoms are the following: Coughing up blood, memory loss, nightmares regarding Slender Man or trees, drawing the Slender Man symbol (a circle with a cross through it), as well as nausea and diarrhea. If you begin to suffer from a number of these then I am at a loss to what remedies can combat this.

"Is there any avoiding him? Just luck really. But one thing is for sure. If you look for him, you will find him. If you think about him, he will find you. I've done this long enough to know that I live on borrowed time, so use caution when investigating for youself." Harry then pressed his button one last time, sending away the disturbing images off from the screen and left the room glowing blue. "Thank you for listening, feel free to purchase my book, and goodnight."

This was met by a round of applause, most people rose from their seats to give a standing ovation. One man did not stand up nor applaud. One man sat still, waiting for the room to clear to allow him to get one on one time with the man on the stage.
A number of people climbed to the stage to thank Harry Cobain personally, shaking hands and congratulating him on his marvelous speech. The lights finally rose and room emptied of it's people; a couple holding each other tightly left the auditorium in tears, consoling one another as they went. Harry was left on the stage, packing away his things into his leather side satchel when a figure appeared by the lectern, just standing, waiting.

"Harry Cobain," the figure said, his voice southern and croaky. "You have to help me!" 

Harry turned around, startled by the sudden voice. "Oh hello, if it's anything regarding the Slender Man then I'm the right guy to speak to, please go ahead." Harry's voice polite and friendly, he had dealt with a number of obsessives before so he knew how to handle them well.

"He's taken my daughter! That 'thing' took her a week ago." The man began to breakdown on the stage and collapsed to his knees. Harry rushed over and laid his hands on the man's shoulders. "I saw him," he sobbed. "I saw them together. I ran! I ran but I couldn't catch them, he was so fast, and the trees were everywhere."

"Have the contacted the police sir? It could have been anything. Also I don't feel comfortable in searching for Slender Man, if indeed that is what it was." Harry was adamant to not become involved in this, these stories come a dime a dozen and they always end the same way. For all Harry knew this man had killed his daughter and was trying to imply some benevolent spirit was behind it.

"You must be able to help! You know more than anyone, there must be a way of tracking it, or calling it out in the open! My daughter! Sally. Please do something."

Harry had to think, he'd never been in the field investigating Slender Man personally. He wanted to keep a certain distance from the legend and this man. However Harry had a think, visual proof would change his life, it would catapult him into the scientific world.  

"I wouldn't know what I'd be looking for. But I know a man that does, I can set up a meeting for you to meet him, if that's alright?" Harry asked, tempting the man to take his offer, this way he could be involve but not have to get his hands dirty.

"Harry I need you, you must promise to be there! I can't trust anyone else with this, they'll lock me away!" The man was calming down, and rose to his feet, rubbing the tears from his eyes. Harry looked at the man, unsure of what to do. He had always wanted physical proof, he had always wanted to see it for his own eyes. The temptation was too much, he gave in to the man's pleas. 

"Okay, give me your number, I'll ring you tomorrow with news. I will have to get in touch with my friend. What is your name anyway?"

"Oh yes sorry, I totally forgot. My name is Derek Holmes, please ring me! My daughters life is at stake."

With that they exchanged numbers and Derek went on his way, visibly shaken but happy that someone had finally listened. Harry wasn't so happy with the events, he was looking forward to taking it easy for the next couple of months but not now that this had shown it's ugly head, he felt torn. 

Finally Harry was left in the conference room all on his lonesome, and a silence fell all around. He then reached into his pocket and retrieved his mobile phone, he had a long night ahead of him.
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