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PROLOGUE

“They were stupid.” said Peyton, chief of police in Ford, Nebraska, sipping hot coffee. “A couple of teenagers, and one of MY own, deciding to go into the woods to look over a filming spot at 3am in the morning… Not a good idea….” There had been rumors about those woods being haunted by insane suicide victims. They were also rumors about axe murders. But they liked the atmosphere and thought it would be a good place to film. The fact that they forgot that it was Friday the 13th, 2013… AT 3 IN THE MORNING… was disturbing. But what happened was… even more disturbing…

SLENDER: THE FIRST PAGE Cole James Anderson

“Quick, throw the bag over and climb over the fence!” Nash threw his bag over the fence to where Dylan caught it. “Hurry up…” Branson yelled as quietly as possible. When Nash finally climbed the fence, they began. “Wheres the flashlights?” Nash asked out of fear. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist. There in the bag, I’ll grab them.” Branson reached into the bag and pulled out three flashlights. “Hey, Those were the same kind of flashlights police used. Where did you get them?” Nash asked, Branson replied, “My dad is a retired cop. I know where all of his junk is…” They began walking. “Man… This puh-place is suh-spooky…” Dylan stuttered. “Its okay, we are only going to be here for like an hour.” They walked up to an enormous tree. “This is strange. I don't remember seeing this on Google Maps…” Branson snapped, “Really, Dylan!? You said you knew the place inside and out!” Dylan responded, “So, they doesn’t mean-” ...Silence… “Do you hear that?” The sound of a gong was playing at a rhythm Nash thought he knew.

Nash was new in town so the only reason he was with Branson and Dylan is because they volunteered. He was ‘going’ to be a film major and had no friends at the time and asked around for good spots. Branson replied, “The woods next to the football field, which is pretty good, but we would have to go at night. I-” Branson was interrupted, “I know the place better than the back of my hand.” Dylan volunteered.

Dylan jumped, “Holy snickerdoodle…” Branson looked around, and then.. out of nowhere. It was stapled to the tree. Nash wasn’t sure what Branson was staring at until he looked himself. It was a piece of notebook paper. The drawing and writing wasn’t written with a pencil, it was written with a black oil pastel stencil. The picture on the paper was a man wearing a tie in the strangest forest. This made the atmosphere even creepier. “Woah” ”I know” “What is that?” Nash was confused, A man in the forest wearing a tie? He was confused and scared. “I… don’t know. Lets keep going” Branson stopped. Dylan and Nash were already 5 feet ahead. So they stopped. “You waiting for something, Branson?” “Wait, I’ve got an idea,” Branson reached in the bag and pulled out his camera. “We can document what happens next. Like if we find another page.” “Okay, I’ll go with it” “Can’t hurt, right?” They began to walk to what they called the ‘The Bathrooms’. Even though, if you went in, there were no toilets, no urinals, no sinks or faucets. They just liked the name. “I’m not going in there” said Nash, pointing at the open doorway. “C’mon, It’ll be fine.” Dylan said, without warning, Dylan dropped his flashlight and headed in. As if something as leading him in. Like the smell of fresh cookies on a Sunday morning. He just walked in as if it were a habit to just drop everything and leave. “Ahhh!! No, help!” Dylan came running out of the doorway 10 seconds later then he went in. When he came running out, he was missing a limb and had blood on his face. As he came running, he gave out the most blood curdling scream. He ran into the woods. At first, Branson and Dylan started laughing a dishonorable laugh. Like a ‘I didn’t get the joke but I’m going to laugh anyways’ kinda laugh. When he came out running of the the bathrooms, they were no longer laughing. They stood there, as Dylan ran into the trees. “Oh my god…” Nash began to walk backwards. “This has to be some type of sick joke, right?” Branson stood and nodded left to right slowly. The fact that they couldn’t comprehend what was happening was scary enough. The fact that Dylan probably just died of blood loss, even scarier. The fact they didn’t know what DID it… Nash looked around for a clue, “Dylan! Dylan! Dylan, Dylan… Dyl-an-” Nash shuddered at the words when he saw it.

“This man, 12 feet tall was standing there. He looked to be in a suit, but instead of a black tie… it was blood red. He was just staring, no… He couldn’t be… he had no face, no eyes, no nose, no ears… nothing. He was holding something in his hand, it was…” Nash had cold shivers crawl down his back. “...he was holding Dylans shirt in his right hand. And as I looked at him… I knew we needed to run”

Nash knew he needed to run, but he couldn’t. As he would tell Bransons father later, he felt as if something had taken over. He tried to move… but couldn’t. By the time Branson noticed the ‘figure’, he was already running to grab Nash and run. Branson grabbed Nash and dragged him into ‘the bathrooms’. “Holy snik-” “Shhh” Branson said, covering Nashes mouth. “We need to get out of here. NOW…” Branson snapped. Branson turned around the corner to see if he was still there… he was. “Okay, well. There has to be another way out of here.” Nash nodded. Branson turned to look into the hallway. It was dark… but he saw a way out. “Okay you go first,” Nash nodded, “I’ll follow.” Branson pushed Nash toward the new way out. Branson mouthed, GO, Get out. I’ll take care of it. At first Nash didn’t understand. Then he did, he ran back to Branson. “I can’t let you go alone… No, come with me.” Branson shrugged, “This’ll be my first chance to make a change. I’ll save you, and you can spread th-” “Stop trying to be a hero.” Nash snapped, suddenly furious. “Go…” “No.” “GO.” “No, come wi-” “No! I must do this! I haven’t EVER told anybody this, but that ma- …. That thing, has been in my dreams. I need to settle this.” Nash nodded, he understood.

“I had also seen him in ONE of my dreams.” Nash managed. Peyton nodded, “And?” “AND in the dream, he almost KILLED ME.” “Oh.” Peyton began to stare at the ground.

Branson gave Nash the gesture and set down the camera. Nash knew what to do.

Nash pushed, “I would run in the opposite direction as he would… Would… As he would take on HIM.”

Nash ran down the hallway like there would be no tomorrow, which there was a chance for (For there to be no tomorrow). By the time he reached the doorway on the other like of the building, Branson had already started. At first he didn’t hear anything, then he heard it. He heard a small squeak. Nash was confused. As you would be when you see a part of a movie you don’t understand. “What th-” Suddenly, Branson begins flying at him. Bransons body tumbles into Nash as he tries to dodge it. Bransons unconscious body is lying on Nash. Nash pushes his body beside him and begins to stand up. Nash pulled up Bransons body and put him around his arm. Nash began to leave with Branson. When they were outside, the moonlight illuminated them. He could see more clearly and looked at Branson. The left side of Bransons neck was severed. Blood was pouring and Nash just now realised he was covered in one of his only friends’ blood. Nash immediately dropped Branson and ran as fast as someone who just saw a murder.

BOY SAYS HE SAW THE “SLENDERMAN” September 15th, Friday, 2012. Ford Weekly, Nebraska. 2 days after the incident

A new boy, Nash woke up covered in blood next to a bag, a camera and a flashlight in the Ford high school football field Friday morning. The bag belonged to Dylan Schumacher. The camera belonged to Branson Saucerman. The flashlight belonged to Bransons father, officially retired police officer, Peyton Heins, Bransons step-father. According to his account, Nash, Dylan and Branson went to a forest next to the Ford high school football field. They went to help Nash look over a filming spot because Nash was looking to make a horror film. Only Nash was found in the football field. After the Ford police went into the forest to search for the boys, They found the boys. They found Dylan next to a tree, with no right arm. It was confirmed Dylan died due to blood loss. Branson was found outside the old Ford elementary school that was abandoned in 1956 due to UNKNOWN OCCURRENCES. Branson was alive but was close to bleeding out. He was extremely close to death when they found him. He is on life support in the hospital in Omaha, Nebraska. Nash is going to court in Omaha on October 12th for 1st degree murder and insanity. Branson will be there to be as a witness/testimonial. As they believe Branson will recover by that time. Nash blames this incident on an entity he calls the ‘slenderman’. He described it as a tall man with no face. He wore a ‘blood’ red tie and, according to Nash, did all these things to Dylan and Branson.

NASH PROVEN INNOCENT AFTER A LONG 2 MONTHS January 2nd, Monday, 2013. Ford Weekly, Nebraska 2 months after incident

2 Months ago, Nash was said to have murdered a teenager named Dylan Schumacher and attempted to murder Branson Saucerman. Branson showed up to court as a witness. But his response was not what we expected. Branson said his own story, only it was exactly the same as Nash’s. This proves Nash innocent after 2 months of investigation. They did more research on this ‘slenderman’. According to records, children from the beginning of time have had experiences with this thing. From kidnapping, to murder, to rape. This has been a serious thing for plenty of years. There are plenty of rumors going around saying they hoaxed it. This is in fact NOT true. Nash finally gave the police permission to look over the footage on the camera, the footage consisted of the ‘being’ he and Branson described. This ‘being’ is spreading across the internet rapidly. Not just this story though. There has been games created in specification for this being. Some such as: Slender: The Eight Pages, Slender the Arrival and many more.

This book was started Friday, September 13th, 2013 and finished Saturday, September 14th, 2013