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Slender Log 2

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Slender Log: 2

The door was open this morning. The door was open! I live alone, so it makes no sense why it'd be open. Just me, alone. I'm writing feverishly now, probably rambling. But I'm scared. I'm scared because of what happened after. What happened just a few hours ago.

I only hope I can finish writing this before the something happens. The inevitable something that befalls all who see the Slender Man. They vanish without a trace, no blood or body. Just one night, someone finds them gone, with no sign of how, when or what took them. Without even a warning sound. No shrill scream that pierces the night. Just silence as the Slender Man takes them to The Great Unknown. Anyway, to what happened earlier.

I was just finishing lunch when I heard a knock at the door. By this point in the day I was simply unnerved out by last night's encounter. I hadn't recognized it as the beginning for what came later, and what I know will come. I approached the door and looked out the peephole. Nothing.

Like a naive idiot, I opened the door and looked around. I was about to turn around when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I turned my head ever so slightly, and I saw him. Not Slender Man, a normal man. I spun around, and saw him standing in the doorway of my house, just behind me. There is no way he could have gotten there.

He wore a black hoodie, pulled up over his face, black gloves, blue jeans and sneakers. He lifted his head, and my eyes suddenly watered, and I felt the slendersickness come upon me once again. Then I felt something. Like an emotion, but not my own.  I doubled over as I felt it brushing up against my psyche, knocking on my mind's door, like the anger you bottle up to avoid doing something dangerous. Tears slid down my face and I clutched my stomach as a static-like sound filled my ears. I felt the 'emotion' breach my mind's perimeter. And once again I heard words from thin air.

Know us...know us as his Reapers...you have been Marked...you will sustain...you will not run...you cannot run...cannot run from us...his Reapers...we are watching

My vision cleared and I looked up to see him-this 'Reaper'- pull down his hood. His head and neck were covered with some white material, perhaps thin cloth, and there were no holes. But there was a black X across the Reaper's mask. The Slender Man's symbol. I froze, confused and terrified. I blinked and he was gone. And just as quickly the slendersickness went with him. And that was it, I went back inside, threw up, and then I drew.

I'm a casual artist, a hobby, not much more, but 'I' didn't draw it. I was possessed, it was, I think it's called 'automatic writing', when you're hand draws or writes something dictated by an outside force and not your own will. It was drawn with a dying black marker, and it is perhaps the scariest thing I've ever seen. Not because of the content alone, but because I can feel I shall soon see it in person.

It is of three men, and the Slender Man. The three Reapers, for I somehow know them to be, all wear black and have the white masks with a black X. They stand in the foreground, in front of the Slender Man. He towers over them; his head tilted and hideously elongated arms outstretched in a sickly welcoming way. Now, I...I feel sick, I can't write anymore. Not tonight.

to be continued
An continuation of my entirely fictitious Slender Man story
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please write more! its so very interesting