Mary/Grandma POV
I walk deeper and deeper through the thick forest until I reach the point where I determine it's safe to teleport.
I simply stop right where I am standing to close my eyes. I call him and ask for his permission to enter which he promptly grants.
He still remembers! That old stick!
My eyes snap open to see a grand Victorian mansion standing sinisterly in a creepy unkept forest. I walk up the steps and am greeted at the door by a young..scratch that..a stitched corpse. It's still got it's feminine beauty but it's covered in thick and gruesome stitches. It has hair like Jodi does in the summer and red eyes.
I walk past the corpse and straight to Slender's office which is a large library with a cozy fireplace. Barging in through the oak doors, I smile wickedly at my dear old friend.
Slenderman.
Slenderman's POV
I adore Mary. She's a master behind the art of killing and a legend. As an ancient she can maintain her seriousness but continue having a humored conversation. All ancients have that similar tinge of silent menace that nurse Ann has almost got down but she lays it on a bit too thick. Like all youngsters now a days, she tries too hard.
" Mary," I nod.
" Slender, how are you. I presume the pale stick has kept up his ways?" She answers monotonously. She's hilarious!
" Almost better than before. So what have you come here for?"
" Oh, Slendy," she whines, " I thought that you would be more welcoming! Why after all it's been nearly half a century. "
" I agree, far too long for our comfort but it surprises me. What is it that has provoked you to arrive."
" You're keener, I'll give you that, stick, but you are right. I am not here to visit just for the sake of visiting. I am near death. I reckon I have only a few days left until I officially leave this earth."
My words lodge themselves in my throat.
Mary gone? For good?
" Nonsense! The cur-" I stop short as she shakes her head.
" The highest ritual will be performed," I answer in dismay. A smile graces her face as I said this.
" That's the spirit! Now don't forget a single detail! I want the whole shebang. No shortcuts like you did for Jack the Ripper may he rest in peace."
Nostalgia engulfs my being as I nod solemnly.
" Of course. At least spend a while here. We could see you out to the end of your days properly, " I offer genuinely but she shakes her head again.
" I assure you, I will see to my own well being. Besides, you know how I love Alaska. Don't keep me caged in this shack," she says.
" Alright, have it your way."
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Agoraphobic - Creepypasta
FanfictionMary Josephine Caufield lives in a small town in Alaska. Where ice, salmon, and darkness reigns supreme we find her living with her grandmother who has a terrifying secret. but before you find out what it is, there's something you need to know about...
