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I creep along the forest line, as I spy on the monster. All my life I've hunted these things. All kinds of 'fan-girls' drool over them, those ugly beasts. I glance up ahead and see him feasting upon a deer. Blood dripping from his mouth. As I grow closer, a cloth covers my mouth and I pass out.One Day Later...I open my eyes to find myself in a dark room. I strain my eyes and see bars in the front of the room. I try to lift my head, but a sharp pain brings me back down. My hand immediately goes to my pocket. I fish around and find my cross an...
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The town of Hillfar was a quiet and peaceful place. Well, except for the woods they lived by. Or rather what's living in it. You know the name, Slenderman? Well, according to legend he is a tall, pale, faceless man and he kidnaps and kills children. This legend affected the villagers so and the children were warned since birth. But, an unruly boy was born and he was about to find out, if Slendy is real.Lucas was a thirteen-year-old boy. He lived on a farm near the woods and always was found on the outline. He loved the woods, almost as...
I walk home from a very exhausting day of school and pass by my neighbor's house. She is a very kind lady and has a lovely home. Her name is Rose. I've been visiting her for 3 years now because she is a widow and very lonely. But, today is a little different. There is a moving truck and movers lifting furniture in. I creep across the street and peak around the truck to see a young woman sitting on the porch. She is flirting with some of the movers and glances my way. She spots me and waves me over. I hesitate, but walk over."What are you doi...
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