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.

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17. The Search Begins

The morning sun sliced through the shabby, moth eaten curtains and onto the face of Harry. He stirred and struggled to escape the blinding light. He pushed his hands under his flat, stained pillow and brought the edges up to shield his eyes, but his hand hit off something cold and hard. Alerted by the alien object in his bed Harry groped it more, feeling the smooth metal body and wooden end piece, it was an object he was once familiar with. He picked it up, it was heavy in his hands, and held it out into the light. It was the model 36 revolver that he found in Derek's car earlier. 'What's this doing here?' He inquired, utterly dumbfounded. 

Gingerly he placed it onto his bedside table and decided to get dressed, regardless of what time it was. He chose today he'd wear a pair of navy dress pants, dark blue fleece jumper and navy sports jacket. Another marvelous choice. Before he left the room he decided to tuck the gun into his pants and hide it under his jumper. He thought that he'd try and put it back in Derek's car without him knowing, it would look pretty suspicious just saying the gun turned up under his pillow, very suspicious. 

Harry then descended the steps and walking into the kitchen-dinner. The hob caked in years of spilled oil and grease, the floors crunched under foot as Harry had no choice but to walk across pieces of dropped food and dried pasta. To be honest, it wasn't the nicest place to contemplate eating, but nature told Harry he must, so he accepted. He grabbed a bowl from the drying rack next to the sink and poured a helping of cornflakes. Upon investigating the fridge it was apparent that, as the milk was closer at this point to cheese, Harry would have to munch on his cornflakes completely dry. He felt like a student again. 

He took his breakfast into the lounge, determined not to eat it in the squalid excuse for a kitchen. There he met Derek and Francis sitting on the couch watching spongebob square pants, just waiting to get going. 

"Interesting choice of viewing." Harry remarked as he took his seat between them, placing his feet on the coffee table and resting the bowl on his chest.

"You're never too old for cartoons." Replied Francis, a smile growing on his unshaven face.

"Evidently." Harry was never one to watch Tv, a book and good wine were his methods of relaxation. His television set would only be turned on if there was an interesting film on, other that that he just saw it as a piece of clutter dominating his living room. 

A few moments and a few giggles later everyone was ready to begin the search. They left the house and made their way towards the woods, Harry sent Francis to speak to the Sally's friends' parents house, to see if they could shed any light on her disappearance. Harry forgot all about the gun that lay on his right thigh, instead he proceeded to stay with Derek and search the wooded area around the town. A shortcoming that won't go unmissed. 
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