Went to deviantART today, wanted to talk to my friends. One person was there, a good friend. She gets mad at me for no reason and kicks me off the chat. I go back in, she tells me to get out.
Third time I went in, it turns out her counterpart was in control at the time. It had to do with a vision: I betray my friends, become an insane proxy and try to kill my friends.
As a wise man once said, "Well, I'm fucked."
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Journal of Horrorfan1
Non-FictionI was a normal guy. I got into a fight with a friend, I move to another chat site for a month, I expected ordinary stuff. Boy, was I wrong! I became a member of a group made up of people just like me: victims of Slender Man's sadistic little game. T...
