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?
We continued looking around the weird house.
Yours Truly,
Kate.
Kate...who is she? Is this her house?
"Everythings a mess, who could live here?"
My father sounded like my mother.
In the living room, the T.V. was leaned up against the Стена behind it, диван, мягкий уголок cushions are all over the floor.
Papers & magazines are everywhere, scattered.
A picture is on the floor, the glass frame is broken.
The Slender must've scared Ты pretty bad, Kate.
I took the picture out of the frame, putting the frame down carefully on the couch.
The picture was in black & white.
The picture was of an adult woman, hugging a little girl.
Was this Kate, & her daughter?
Sol & my father went into different rooms, I stayed, looking at the mysterious picture.
Kate...
To be continued...
Yours Truly,
Kate.
Kate...who is she? Is this her house?
"Everythings a mess, who could live here?"
My father sounded like my mother.
In the living room, the T.V. was leaned up against the Стена behind it, диван, мягкий уголок cushions are all over the floor.
Papers & magazines are everywhere, scattered.
A picture is on the floor, the glass frame is broken.
The Slender must've scared Ты pretty bad, Kate.
I took the picture out of the frame, putting the frame down carefully on the couch.
The picture was in black & white.
The picture was of an adult woman, hugging a little girl.
Was this Kate, & her daughter?
Sol & my father went into different rooms, I stayed, looking at the mysterious picture.
Kate...
To be continued...
I ran down the stairs, darted down the stairs & called for her.
"Mother! Mother!"
She replied cooly, "In the кухня dear!"
I calmly walked into the kitchen, and saw her.
Her light blond hair, long, but put up into a perfect bun, her beautiful изумруд green eyes, shining & full of darkness...white-tan skin, a light blue dress, a green apron.
"Its 11:52 PM the latest I've ever seen Ты awake....your so pale Ты look like a ghost, hell, Ты look like you've seen a ghost."
Am I pale? Gezz, this guys really taking over me...
"I need to ask Ты something. About-"
I can't say his name.
My mother quickly put everything down, aside, and sat down on the couch.
"Come, sit, tell me."
I walked over to her, and asked her, calmy.
"What do Ты know, about a faceless, fictional character, known as the Slender Man?"
To be continued...
"Mother! Mother!"
She replied cooly, "In the кухня dear!"
I calmly walked into the kitchen, and saw her.
Her light blond hair, long, but put up into a perfect bun, her beautiful изумруд green eyes, shining & full of darkness...white-tan skin, a light blue dress, a green apron.
"Its 11:52 PM the latest I've ever seen Ты awake....your so pale Ты look like a ghost, hell, Ты look like you've seen a ghost."
Am I pale? Gezz, this guys really taking over me...
"I need to ask Ты something. About-"
I can't say his name.
My mother quickly put everything down, aside, and sat down on the couch.
"Come, sit, tell me."
I walked over to her, and asked her, calmy.
"What do Ты know, about a faceless, fictional character, known as the Slender Man?"
To be continued...
