I am a 15 year old, soon to be 16, and I am very passionate about creepypasta, video games, music, art, manga and anime. Just about my entire life is the internet, and I basically try to spend 24//7 playing MMORPGs, strategy games or survival horror games. I compose music in my free time, and I love anything about manga and anime. I became a fan of creepypastas a couple of years ago. My cousin told me about the Slenderman, a tall thin man with a black suit and pale face
. He told me about how the less you know, the better it is, but I couldn’t just stop there knowing that I had so much to learn. I went onto Google and found the wiki. I scrolled through tons of creepypastas: Jeff the killer, the rake, Pokemon black and lost silver, candle cove; I couldn’t name them all, there are just so many. Anyways, I found out basically everything about the Slenderman.
I managed to find a guy on YouTube called “MrCreepyPasta” who read out the pastas, and started to scan through his videos, always begging myself not to go to the next one, but pushing myself onwards. I enjoy a good scare… But I wasn’t prepared for the scare I got. What will happen to me now? I don’t know. All I do know is that the Slenderman is following me. I beg you, whoever the hell you are, please help me.
My first encounter with the Slenderman was a few months back. It was the middle of July I believe, in the school holidays. I went out for a walk down a quiet country path which lead out of my village and over to my uncle’s house. He owns a rather large area, covering a couple of lakes and a field or two. It’s a long path, but it’s quiet, and in the summer it’s a wonderful idea to walk down there while the sun is setting, and to just stare at it while it shines golden rays of light down onto the healthy fields.
I stood on the path, and watched the sun set for about an hour or so. I never noticed just how long I was standing there, so when I noticed I decided to continue walking down that path. I wish I hadn’t. It started to go dark, and shadows ominously loomed over the once blessed fields. The trees became distorted, and I started to feel intimidated by the shadows.
I pressed on, however, telling myself that I couldn’t fear anything. Oh what a damn fool I was. I reached a point on the path, completely open, free of darkness. I looked around, and saw nothing but moonlit fields, shady trees and the stars in the night sky. I told myself that it was time to go back, and my mum would be mad at me if I stayed out so late. When I looked back down the path that I had abandoned for the sake of not being yelled at, I saw something.
At first, it seemed nothing more than another tree, but it was moving differently to the other trees. I stared at it for a few seconds, then froze in fear. It wasn’t a tree. There, standing at the end of the path was a pitch black silhouette of a man, thin, tall and staring right at me. His arms seemed to dangle like strings, and his face seemed contorted. His body stood out from the trees like a man in a flock of sheep. I could see his breathing, long and heavy. I stood there, staring back at him, my eyes endless pits that could never close. My heart started to race like crazy, and I started to breathe faster and faster.
I shook like a mad man, and even though I was so scared, I couldn’t run. I couldn’t turn away in fear of my life. I kept telling myself to, but I just couldn’t. After staring for a while, I shook my head, dragged my foot back and turned around. I got the fuck away from that thing as fast as I could. I didn’t look back one time, I just got back to my house, closed the door, grabbed my key and locked the damn door. I ran to my room, trying to prevent myself from crying the entire time. At the time I didn’t have the guts to post this online, or tell anyone about what I had seen, but I knew exactly what it was. I knew that he was following me.
I never told anyone. Not my parents, nor my friends. Nobody else knew until now. I thought about what I had seen for a long time. Why would he be following me? What should I do? Should I explain everything to someone? Has he been there before? That was when I thought about what I had just asked myself. Has the Slenderman ever been there before?
