Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25190015-20140717082121

Everything I'm typing is entirely true and just.

I had started having an obsession with creepypasta, especially Slenderman. I heard about it through a friend and did research. With all of my newly found knowledge I went and soent the night at my friend's house. We were laying on her bed about to go to sleeo when I saw a tall thin shadow that was darker than anything else in the room. I just let it go as my imagination until my friend who was laying beside me asked about it. Scared out of our witts we told her mother who just shrugged it off and spent the next hour or so looking for anything that could make it but found nothing. We layed back down and fell asleep but woke up and had no desire to rest. We were on her tablet when I looked over to the side she was on and saw the shadow or Slenderman close to her face as if it was watching her or studying her. I never mentioned it until morning.

Months after that happened and the shadow or Slenderman would appear at my bed side every night. I was having horrible nightmares that would repeat, a man being possesed, a city in ruins, and everyone I love viciously murdered. Many more months passed as I was getting more distant from my friends and started cutting. My mother found out and put me in a mental hospital for my suicidal thoughts and actions. In the hospital I would receive pills for sheep with the creature still by my bedside. I returned home after 8 days and moved into my brother's old room. The night terrors got worse and for 2 days I refuesed any contact with any one and began sobbing. When I had the house all to myself I would have homicidal thoughts from being in the hospital and started laughing uncontrollably but when everyone was home I became fine. My mother started blessing the house and me.

Everything went back to normal but I was left with scars and still feel the creature some call Slenderman watch me and I can tell it's not not too pleased I wrote this 