Slender....

This is a o revampo of my original story tell me what you think


I awoke in a sweat, I was shivering, even though I wasno t cold, and I felt strange. I looked at the clock and realized that I had only gotten three hours of sleep and since I had mid-terms in the morning I knew that I needed my sleep. As my eyes started to close I thought I noticed a tall shadow in the window but before I knew it, sleep had taken over.


I remember running through my childhood home, I was chasing my brother Max, and no matter how fast I ran I could not keep up with him. Eventually he disappeared behind the door of his room, and then I heard a strange noise, I noticed a shadow under the door so I realized my brother was waiting for me. I approached the door and grabbed the knob, it was cold. I slowly opened the door ready for a sneak attack from my brother, but to my surprise he was standing in the middle of his room just staring at the window. Then I saw what he was staring at, in the window there was a peculiar man in a black suit, he just stood there, I couldno t see his face, I couldno t tell if it was covered or if my vision was impaired. I started to talk and immediately was cut off by a sudden movement from the man in the black suit, he was gone! I got scared and started to back away, when I looked back at my brother he was also gone, I know I hadno t seen him move but just like the man, he was gone. My heart was really starting to race, I practically dove out of his room but I was blocked by something, when I looked up I saw, an empty face, he reached his twisted arms down towards me and I screamed.


I woke up screaming, Io ve had this dream before, that was the day my brother disappeared. The clock was mocking me, this time it read 4:00, I need sleep but my mind was spinning and my body ached. I decided I need a glass of tea to settle my nerves, I started to walk downstairs, I felt a presence, the same presence from before at the top of the stairs but I saw nothing, so I continued my journey. In the kitchen I prepared the tea, I boiled the water and dipped the teabag in, instantly my kitchen was filled with the hypnotic scent of peppermint. Then a bolt of pain hit me in the chest, I couldno t breathe I had to sit down. My ears were ringing, my stomach was churning, and my nose began to bleed. I took a seat on the couch, the room was spinning every painting was moving, all the people in the images began to decay into skeletons, these images were surrounding me. I curled into the fetal position and began to sob, now my head was ready to explode I thought I was going to die, I vomited and my throat burned.


As quickly as it started, it stopped, and I was relieved. I cleaned the vomit then sat at the kitchen table, my head was still pounding, but my stomach has stopped spinning. I drank a gulp of tea and it felt nice, it soothed my burning throat. I started to choke and coughed up a puddle of blood, this cano t be good. I wrote a note to myself on the fridge to make an appointment with Doctor Alex in the morning. Feeling refreshed I walked up the stairs. I got in bed and turned on my side. When I reached for the lamp to turn it off, I saw a figure in the window. It was a familiar figure and one that haunts me to this day; it was the man in the black suit. I immediately started panicking, this was the man who took my brother max and he was here, a nightmare from my childhood, one that countless psychiatrists had told me was just an illusion induced by the stress of my brothero s disappearance.


I ran downstairs, knocking over my family portrait from the stairwell. The door seemed to stretch farther and farther away from the foot of the stairs. Finally I reached the door and slammed the bolt into the locked position. The door began to tremble as I backed away from it, I became sick again, I felt the urge to vomit but I stopped myself, I had to be strong. The door became engulfed in a shadow, then it swung open revealing the man, he was unbelievably tall, he stood at least 8 feet tall, his arms and legs were stretched to inhuman length, and his face, I will never forget that face, because it was empty, there were no facial features he had no mouth, no nose, no eyes, nothing! My fear paralyzed me, the man took a single step in the house, even his movement was terrifying, his body was not in proportion with his limbs it was impossibly thin and bared a simple black suit. I felt like I got hit in the face when the door slammed shut and instantly I could move again. This man could have easily caught me but he just stood still at the door, I didno t care, I charged upstairs not caring to look back. I reached the top of the stairs and dove into my room. I ran into my closet as fast as I could, being careful not to make any noise. I waited, the silence was unbearable, and the only thing I could hear was my heart racing and the deep breaths I was taking. I heard nothing, I became anxious, but then the door slammed open.


I stared in terror as he appeared in the room, only this time he looked different, instead of walking on his feet there were these tendrils coming out of his back that he used to walk on. His appearance was so otherworldly, his arms have become a group of tendrils and he stood even taller on his tendrils, at least 10 feet. My breathing ceased and again my nose began to bleed, I was shaking, the fear of him discovering me made me feel sick. I waited for him to react; for him to look through the room or leave but again he just stood there, his lack of motion was even more terrifying than his movement. Waiting made me feel hollow, he was unaffected by all the outside sounds. I was sitting there for what felt like hours, I was thinking to myself that maybe he will leave, but then I coughed. The second I coughed, his necked snapped towards the closet, I panicked, I burst outside of the closet and charged downstairs, this time I felt him right behind me. Charging for the front door was my only goal, just when I was steps away from the door it swung open, revealing the tall grotesque man. The man raised his two ever stretching arms, and instantly I felt afraid but strangely secure. My body began moving on its own, moving closer and closer into his arms. I looked into his face and again saw nothing, but I felt dread, and an infinite emptiness. I smiled as I embraced his cold body and then I remember seeing the face of my long lost brother.

This was an edit of my original story.

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