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he has no reason
for what he does
leaving trails of bone and blood
without eyes he'll watch and wait
he feels no love he feels no hate
taller than the trees he hides behind
he'll never live he never died
he became in the shadows
he stalks in the light
but they never see him
even if it is bright
they think im insane
tHey ThINk Im NoT RiGHt
and now im in the darkness
AlOne
with out light
for what he does
leaving trails of bone and blood
without eyes he'll watch and wait
he feels no love he feels no hate
taller than the trees he hides behind
he'll never live he never died
he became in the shadows
he stalks in the light
but they never see him
even if it is bright
they think im insane
tHey ThINk Im NoT RiGHt
and now im in the darkness
AlOne
with out light
Literature
The Slenderman
The Slenderman will find you,
The Slenderman will seek.
The Slenderman will kill you,
He will kill you in your sleep.
An empty, faceless demon,
The little ones, his prey.
He scares and enchants them,
All mere Childs play.
He hides in plane view,
Not noticed at a glance.
Just in a tie and a suit,
Run, it's your last chance.
He will send out his proxies,
They'll take you to hell.
He will drive you insane,
And make you think it was swell.
Coughing blood, nightmares,
An O and an X.
He gives them these signs,
To show that you're next.
Death, his sole friend,
Blood is the only thing he needs.
He'll gouge you with his tendrils
Literature
Slenderman.
Stop.
Don't breathe.
Don't think.
He might hear you.
I am pressed against the wall. My fingers are spread as wide as they will go as my palms press heavily on the drywall. I take a deep breath. Hold it tight. I feel the air escaping my lungs, my circulation; my blood thinning of oxygen as I hold, one, two, three….
I hear Him slither down the hallway. His movements are languid, snake like, as He comes after me. I can imagine it all in my head: the long, thin arms, coiling around every turn and corner, searching for me. Have you ever noticed His face? His eyes—or lack thereof? I have a theory. He doesn't have eyes because
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Slenderman
Slenderman
Don't go out into the woods, my child.
For Slenderman lives there, out in the wild
Do not ask why he lives in that place
It is mostly because he has no face.
He has long arms that grab you
And take you to a place that will fill you
With dread, and you will wish that
You were dead
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Really cool! Slender is the best!💀