User blog comment:HumboldtLycanthrope/The Collaborative Cliche Pasta/@comment-24101790-20150307044417/@comment-25975226-20150310121250

"But I can't do that," Mikey quivered in fear as this incredible being slowly inched it's way forwards.

"And why not? All I require from you is to perform a ritual at 11:34 in the morning. Upside down, that says 'hell', just in case you didn't get it. You must turn all of the lights out in your house, then chant 'All unholy demons who happen to be listening, my house is yours for the night, I am an idiot! Then you simply have to find a hiding spot and wait it out. You have at least a 20% chance of surviving and not being mentally scarred for life," Slenderman said, and Mikey couldn't take it any longer.

"No! I want my mum. I'm sorry I faked an illness, but I won't willingly invite evil into my home, and then try and avoid it and hope nothing will happen! How stupid do you think I am?! I just want to go home!" screamed Mikey, the emptiness keeping his angry voice afloat, and carrying it through the endless rows of trees.

"I'm afraid I can't let that happen, Mikey..." Slenderman said, his tendrils beginning to unravel...