A/N: This story was written by a friend of mine. All credit goes to her. Please review.


The Scariest Place You Ever Found Is Inside Yourself

By: Rachel Butler

I am not going to tell this story like I read it in a book. This story cannot be found in a book. The only place it can be found… Is right when it finds you first.

You have all heard of the scary fairytales about Slender ("Slendy" or "Slender Man", as he's also known as). You know, all the alleged citings of this mysteriously masked "man" hunting down teenagers all over the world in the woods at night. Scary, huh? No, the scary part is how he finds you. He stalks you for years, and then when you are least expecting it, he will walk up behind you. He will stand there until you turn around and once you see him, it's all over…

I am not crazy.

My night was like every other typical teenage night during the summer. I was sitting on the floor at home and playing video games wasting my life away more and more with every passing second. My room is boring and even the white paint on the drywall is entertaining for a spell. My girlfriend has been having some sort of a chick moment for the past week so we haven't been talking much. Right now is no different; I tell myself I just want to respect her and give her her space, but I'm just kidding myself. I don't want to deal with the drama! Anyway, back on topic. I all of the sudden get this text from one of my friends at school.

"Dude, get over here! Sick party: 45 Oak View Rd."

So, I'm just like "alright, whatever; I've got nothing better to do." As I get ready to leave, I start thinking about how much fun this could be. All the girls… Wow, what a thought for a teenage guy.

I won't spend much time explaining the party because it wasn't that exciting; just your run-of-the-mill party. There was liquor and couples dancing and making out everywhere… The exciting part was after I finished my second beer. I had figured out that I was sensitive to alcohol and after just two beers, I already had a buzz. I left at about midnight from that house. I didn't drive because I knew if I did, I would try to drive back home and I had enough sense to not do that.

Anyway, there was a wooded area between my house and party central. I don't know why I decided to walk through there, but then again, I rarely ever know why I do the things I do. So, I'm walking down this path. The dirt underneath my Jordan's was soft and smooth; no rocks. The air never caressed my skin like you might think; it kept biting at me like a hungry hound. The chill of the breeze crawling down my spine was a nice touch, too. Trees were everywhere of course, but the weird thing was that they were in perfect unison. The pattern was unbelievable; almost like they were planted that way on purpose. Why would I have noticed this? Well, I was already on edge and my dark blue eyes kept darting back and forth, everywhere all at one time. Now, there were no wolf howls or owl coos like the typical scary scene. Dead silence was the deafening sound at hand. Yes, the trees leaves might have been rustling from the slight breeze, but I didn't notice. Not even my foot-steps made a sound. When I opened my mouth to breathe easier, the taste of blood entered. I could not understand why this was! Honestly, I don't think I want to understand. So I closed my mouth. All of the sudden, I start to smell high-dollar cologne and scented roses. I know for a fact it can't be me because I reek of smoke and beer, while this smell is cologne and roses. I stop, dead in my tracks.

I hear the breathing of a creature; not necessarily a man. I am too terrified to turn around to take a look. I feel the breath of this "thing" on the back of my neck; hot and moist. It is a forced breath from the creature; almost like it is laboring to make the point that I'm in its presence.

Okay, so color me curious! I decide to turn around and the little school-girl squeal that escaped my lungs kind of surprised me. The "thing" that was behind me had no face. It wasn't like just skin, it was like white spandex that was stretched over its head. The suit it was wearing was prim and proper… A little too proper, if you ask me; so proper that it was actually scary. There was a little red rose tucked in the chest pocket of this suit. It was a very nice compliment to the black and white panel. It almost looked like it was bleeding out of this thing's heart. That is, if it even had a heart…I'm not talking about caring for someone; I'm talking about to keep it alive. It had to because the thump in my ears couldn't have been my heart, it had stopped by now.

My breathing suddenly became heavy, like I couldn't get enough air no matter how many times I inhaled and exhaled. My mouth fell open so maybe I could get more air. Again, the taste of blood floods in. Now that I got a chance to get a good look at this figure up close, I concluded that it had to be a man. As soon as I opened my mouth, so did the man. I felt the air being pulled from my body. This man also opened his mouth a few seconds before I did. I found this to be strange and I could not figure out why he would do this. Then I figured it out…

I turn around in a flash and split. But, sadly, I don't get far. When I look back to make sure the creep isn't following me, I don't see anything. I am momentarily puzzled, but I don't have time to think through this. When I turn around to keep running, I am immediately stopped by the figure of the standing man in my path. I skid so much I almost fall flat on my face just trying to stay upright and away from this man.

However, when I finally found my balance, the man just smiles. I am thoroughly confused at this point in time, so I don't really have a reaction to this gesture besides my constant shaking (that had already started). I am just inches away from this man and all of the sudden he turns to his left and walks toward the tree line.

As the tall, lean character hits the tree line, he glances back over his shoulder. I am watching intently, fixated on this man, and in a statue form, so I don't miss a thing. For some reason I have yet to understand, I imagined in my mind that he winked at me. I am not sure if this is actually true, but it sounds good, so I'll run with it.

There is one thing I am sure of. Right before he turns his back, he whispers one word in my direction. I heard it loud and clear…

"Slender…" Imagine the creepy snake-like voice that flows from his throat! Now, that sends chills down my spine.

Then, he slowly turns his head back as I said, and continues walking. The really scary thing is when he gets past the first tree in that pattern. I don't even have time to blink before he just disappears into thin air. I do a quick spin in a circle checking my surroundings. I really don't feel like getting surprised again. Thankfully, he is gone. I don't know where he went, and I don't care; I'm just glad he's gone.

The rest of the night is a blur. I'm pretty sure I ran home as fast as I could. When I got home, I think I stayed up all night on the computer trying to find out what I encountered on my little midnight stroll.

I am now 80 years old and I still have trouble sleeping at night. I am terrified of the dark now. That could be the fault of Slendy… But why jump to conclusions?