Companion

    I tore through the foliage recklessly, knowing he was right behind me. The bushes gave way to a clearing illuminated by moonlight. But then in the clearing... I saw him. The tall man in the suit. However, it wasn't the suit that gave it away. I knew him because of his blank white face. My heart stopped as he stepped closer to me with his long, spindly legs. I couldn't move. The shadowy tendrils slithered along the ground until they found me. He stood a few inches away from me and my blood ran cold. I heard a low whisper echo around me, and it said one word - "Friend". As I stood there, trembling in fear, the tentacles retracted into his back. He extended his hand to me, and for some unknown reason, I grabbed it. I noticed the shadows on his face manipulate into a grin. I kept telling myself that I was crazy, and I should be running, but he hadn't killed me yet. He stared into my very soul, and transferred knowledge to me. He said his new name was The Slenderman and he came from Germany. He said people shunned him because he was changed in a horrible experiment. Forced by some mad scientist, he had lost everything. They chased him from his town with torches and pitchforks. Slenderman had ended up here, traveling through the shadows, avoiding large groups of people. Whenever there would be a lone person walking in the forests, he would attempt to befriend them. Unfortunately, they would run, believing he was a terrible abomination. At his hand, people would die, accidentally of course... The experiment had altered his DNA, and he was able to extend his limbs to unnatural lengths and even create long tendrils from his back. Many innocent people were killed, impaled by these tentacles. All he wants is a friend. A single companion with which to share this lonesome existence. So he wanders the forests at night, staying in the darkness. He released his hold on my mind and I looked up at him. I smiled at him and he retaliated with that shadow of a grin. We were able to talk using our minds. A sort of telepathy I suppose... He told me stories of what he has seen in these forests, people he has killed, as well as people that attempted to kill him. I told him about modern life and how it wasn't that great. We stayed there and continued chatting for a while, until I had to leave. As I walked back to my cabin, he followed along. I said goodbye and he waved with those strange, long fingers. The moment I turned to the door, I felt a stinging pain as a tentacle impaled me. I looked down in awe at the bloody appendage protruding from my chest. My head swam and I fell unconscious. I woke up bound to a tree, back in the deeper part of the forest. "Now, I couldn't just say goodbye to my only friend..." a voice echoed from the shadows. I struggled against the bonds and shouted, "Let me go, please!". He walked out of the darkness and chuckled softly. 
"I am afraid that just isn't possible..."
"W-Why are you doing this?"
"You are the only one who has ever cared about me... understood my pain..."
"So you impale me and tie me to a tree?!"
"Yes... I apologize for that, I had no choice..."
By now I was panicking, straining against the rope that held me in place. I knew I was going to die, there was a damned hole in my chest! I let out a sigh and stopped moving, "So what do you want now?". "Well... you are going to be my friend forever, so I cannot have you dying,". I looked at him with a confused look, "You can't just stop death,". He laughed and said, "Oh, just watch me,". Static filled my mind and I screamed in agony. I felt skin expanding over my mouth, nose, and eyes. My screams now muffled, I sobbed silently. The bones in my legs and arms shifted and broke as they rearranged themselves. The limbs grew to unnatural lengths, just like his. Finally, I realized what was happening. I was like him now. He cut the rope that bound me to the tree with his tentacles. I immediately fell to the ground, unable to operate my legs properly. He helped me up and said, "There, now we can be the best of friends..." 
We roam the forests together. It isn't all bad really... Sure I miss being a human sometimes, but we can do whatever we please. It is amusing watching the horror on people's faces in their final moments. The satisfaction of making human blood splatter across the leaves... It just feels so good. I think something in my mind just snapped. I have been reduced to a psychopathic killer, ending lives for the fun of it. I know that I cannot change. This will be my life for the rest of eternity.