Ты walk into a forest,
a flashlight in your hand,
Ты tiptoe on and off the trail,
being as quiet as Ты can.
It's the middle of the night,
stars are scattered across the sky.
Crickets sing their eerie tune
and from дерево to дерево bats fly.
Your Друзья dared Ты to go in here,
the reward being a fifty-dollar bill
Ты took one glance at the trees
and scoffed, "Ha! Of course I will!"
At that time Ты were confident,
feeling courageous and strong,
but now Ты feel this task is too easy,
and Ты realize something is wrong.
Ты stop on the gravel path,
and tune into your mind,
Ты know this is some sort of test,
but the Вопрос is, What kind?
Ты Переместить into thicker woods,
and stumble across a note,
Ты read it over carefully
and place it in your tote.
An uneasy pressure
builds up in your head.
Ты shake it off, don't let it bug you
and continue on instead.
In a small building, Ты find another,
and place it with the first,
however, the messages on them
make Ты fear for the worst.
Ты continue on through the underbrush,
but something is still unclear.
Why would your Друзья give so much,
for just six hours in here?
The pressure becomes еще insistent,
and eventually it becomes too much to bear.
Why do I feel this way, Ты wonder,
and who's that standing over there?
Ты squint into the darkness,
slightly in a daze,
to see a tall man wearing a suit,
BUT HE HAS NO FACE!
Ты let a scream escape your throat,
and begin to sprint away,
your сердце thunders like a drum,
and within минуты Ты lead yourself astray.
Ты seek shelter in a concrete tunnel,
your breath coming out in gasps,
Ты desperately wonder,
How much longer will I last?!
After a couple hours,
all seems calm and well,
Ты cautiously walk out,
and make a dash for the hills.
Ты keep your head turned forwards,
not daring to look back,
Ты check to your left for a just a moment,
and Ты run into something-SMACK!
Ты fall back onto the gravel,
your flashlight rolling away,
Ты open your eyes the widest Ты can,
and what Ты see puts Ты in dismay.
The tall figure is standing over you,
Ты can't move; you're paralyzed by fear
the last words Ты scream are:
"I wish I had never come here!"
In the last moments of your life,
on your last dying breath,
why would your friends, if they are really friends
lead Ты to your death?
a flashlight in your hand,
Ты tiptoe on and off the trail,
being as quiet as Ты can.
It's the middle of the night,
stars are scattered across the sky.
Crickets sing their eerie tune
and from дерево to дерево bats fly.
Your Друзья dared Ты to go in here,
the reward being a fifty-dollar bill
Ты took one glance at the trees
and scoffed, "Ha! Of course I will!"
At that time Ты were confident,
feeling courageous and strong,
but now Ты feel this task is too easy,
and Ты realize something is wrong.
Ты stop on the gravel path,
and tune into your mind,
Ты know this is some sort of test,
but the Вопрос is, What kind?
Ты Переместить into thicker woods,
and stumble across a note,
Ты read it over carefully
and place it in your tote.
An uneasy pressure
builds up in your head.
Ты shake it off, don't let it bug you
and continue on instead.
In a small building, Ты find another,
and place it with the first,
however, the messages on them
make Ты fear for the worst.
Ты continue on through the underbrush,
but something is still unclear.
Why would your Друзья give so much,
for just six hours in here?
The pressure becomes еще insistent,
and eventually it becomes too much to bear.
Why do I feel this way, Ты wonder,
and who's that standing over there?
Ты squint into the darkness,
slightly in a daze,
to see a tall man wearing a suit,
BUT HE HAS NO FACE!
Ты let a scream escape your throat,
and begin to sprint away,
your сердце thunders like a drum,
and within минуты Ты lead yourself astray.
Ты seek shelter in a concrete tunnel,
your breath coming out in gasps,
Ты desperately wonder,
How much longer will I last?!
After a couple hours,
all seems calm and well,
Ты cautiously walk out,
and make a dash for the hills.
Ты keep your head turned forwards,
not daring to look back,
Ты check to your left for a just a moment,
and Ты run into something-SMACK!
Ты fall back onto the gravel,
your flashlight rolling away,
Ты open your eyes the widest Ты can,
and what Ты see puts Ты in dismay.
The tall figure is standing over you,
Ты can't move; you're paralyzed by fear
the last words Ты scream are:
"I wish I had never come here!"
In the last moments of your life,
on your last dying breath,
why would your friends, if they are really friends
lead Ты to your death?
This boy who claims to be called "Sol Night" had changed, from a hedgehog to human.
Was I seeing things again?
"What the hell are Ты doing out here?" I asked again.
"Trying to find my brother."
"Huh?"
"I heard a scream last night, two girls,"
Anna &Melody...
"Then later, my brother went looking for them, he vanished, so I went looking for him."
I'm not shure if I can believe this boy, but I tell him to follow me, and I walk to my father, and take his extra clothing, and give it to Sol.
"Please, cover your nudity."
He didn't put up a fight, he put on the clothing, and looked at my dad.
I remembered my mothers death...
What did we pack...? Extra clothing, Еда & water...radios...
I quickly get my radio out, its already set to channel 3.
"Mom?"
I whispered.
Static.
The radio was still on.
"Mom?"
еще static, and an echo.
A moan.
The echo of a moan.
To be continued...
Was I seeing things again?
"What the hell are Ты doing out here?" I asked again.
"Trying to find my brother."
"Huh?"
"I heard a scream last night, two girls,"
Anna &Melody...
"Then later, my brother went looking for them, he vanished, so I went looking for him."
I'm not shure if I can believe this boy, but I tell him to follow me, and I walk to my father, and take his extra clothing, and give it to Sol.
"Please, cover your nudity."
He didn't put up a fight, he put on the clothing, and looked at my dad.
I remembered my mothers death...
What did we pack...? Extra clothing, Еда & water...radios...
I quickly get my radio out, its already set to channel 3.
"Mom?"
I whispered.
Static.
The radio was still on.
"Mom?"
еще static, and an echo.
A moan.
The echo of a moan.
To be continued...
Authors Note:{A part is added for a fan/friend of mine. Please enjoy! ^^;}
My mothers scream, still ringing in our ears.
The flashlights light came back on.
I looked at my hand, my hand was in a fist, I opend my fist, blood on my fingernails, running down my fingers.
I couldn't tell if it was my blood, или my mothers.
I looked at were my mother was standing.
Gone.
Nothing remain of were my mother once stood, not her clothing, not her hair, not her blood, nothing.
Its like she'd never excisted.
Like I never had a mother...
My father held onto my hand, and continued walking up the path, holding onto my hand tightly, knowing he wasn't going to let his little baby girl, die in the hands of The Slender.
We continued walking further...
To be continued...
My mothers scream, still ringing in our ears.
The flashlights light came back on.
I looked at my hand, my hand was in a fist, I opend my fist, blood on my fingernails, running down my fingers.
I couldn't tell if it was my blood, или my mothers.
I looked at were my mother was standing.
Gone.
Nothing remain of were my mother once stood, not her clothing, not her hair, not her blood, nothing.
Its like she'd never excisted.
Like I never had a mother...
My father held onto my hand, and continued walking up the path, holding onto my hand tightly, knowing he wasn't going to let his little baby girl, die in the hands of The Slender.
We continued walking further...
To be continued...
Horror.
Thats all I felt.
Her image haunted us as we continued walking up the path.
"No person, even an old man whos about to see God should ever witness that." my mother said, voice shaking.
My father just slowly nodded in a agreement.
Anna was dead, that means Melody was too...
We were next...
We kept walking.
Blood.
еще blood....
Up ahead, there she was, Melody, her dead body, nailed to a tree, her eyes & tongue rippied out. Blood sourronded her dead body.
She had blood in ther pigtails, she looked like a creepy doll saying head tillted, "Come play with me..."
Her image was horrible, I began to feel lightheaded, weak, useless.
We kept walking.
A cool wind blew, and in the wind, a voice whisperd, sounding like Anna & Melody speaking as one, a dark, bloody voice, it said, "We are dead, The Slender has gotton us, Ты most certainly will die..."
To be continued...
Thats all I felt.
Her image haunted us as we continued walking up the path.
"No person, even an old man whos about to see God should ever witness that." my mother said, voice shaking.
My father just slowly nodded in a agreement.
Anna was dead, that means Melody was too...
We were next...
We kept walking.
Blood.
еще blood....
Up ahead, there she was, Melody, her dead body, nailed to a tree, her eyes & tongue rippied out. Blood sourronded her dead body.
She had blood in ther pigtails, she looked like a creepy doll saying head tillted, "Come play with me..."
Her image was horrible, I began to feel lightheaded, weak, useless.
We kept walking.
A cool wind blew, and in the wind, a voice whisperd, sounding like Anna & Melody speaking as one, a dark, bloody voice, it said, "We are dead, The Slender has gotton us, Ты most certainly will die..."
To be continued...
As we walked inside the forest, each of us holding a flashlight, with my father holding onto a videotape/recorder, we walked, in fear, shaking.
I held onto my mothers hand, and with my other hand holding the flashlight.
It was getting colder, and I was shaking more.
We kept walking down the path, dead leaves & twigs crunching underneath our shoes.
"Nothing," my father sighed.
"Don't give up, we'll habe to run into something." my mother replied, cooly.
I was looking for any signs of Anna & Melody.
Clothing, blood, anything.
Where is that bastard..? I thought.
Slight glitching in the camera, causing some static.
Ringing, painful ringing.
Then, silence.
I aimed my flashlight down by the roots of the trees, then, I saw it.
Blood.
Annas head, her face, looking like shes screaming, blood, all over her face, her hair...
I screamed as loud as I could.
Both of my parents jumped, and saw her, bloody, & bodyless...
To be continued...
I held onto my mothers hand, and with my other hand holding the flashlight.
It was getting colder, and I was shaking more.
We kept walking down the path, dead leaves & twigs crunching underneath our shoes.
"Nothing," my father sighed.
"Don't give up, we'll habe to run into something." my mother replied, cooly.
I was looking for any signs of Anna & Melody.
Clothing, blood, anything.
Where is that bastard..? I thought.
Slight glitching in the camera, causing some static.
Ringing, painful ringing.
Then, silence.
I aimed my flashlight down by the roots of the trees, then, I saw it.
Blood.
Annas head, her face, looking like shes screaming, blood, all over her face, her hair...
I screamed as loud as I could.
Both of my parents jumped, and saw her, bloody, & bodyless...
To be continued...
