Trapped

Chapter One

Micah's point of view

I leaned against the wall. I closed my eyes and wished for it to go away. After all those months... No. Not months. Years. I have been seeing this thing outside my window for YEARS. It's just there, standing. Watching. Watching... How? It has no eyes. It has no fucking face. I've never seen a creature like that before in my life.

Everybody is saying it's not real. That I'm just crazy, imagining things. When in fact they are the ones being blind against the world. They will never get to see the truth. They will never get to see him.

I have been trying to find out more about him on the Internet. Most of the things that I've read about it are just... ridiculous. I don't believe any of it. I don't want to believe. It's too stupid. And this goddamn ringing in my ears WON'T GO AWAY NO MATTER WHAT I DO. It hurts. Goddamnit. It's there every day. I HEAR IT AGAIN. It hurts, my head hurts. My head hurts BECAUSE OF IT. Why the hell is it not stopping?!

I had to wait for a few minutes for it to stop. Every time this happens I feel... exhausted. I don't know how but this time I actually managed to fall asleep right when the ringing was gone. Perhaps I have just passed out.

I opened my eyes. I couldn't feel anything, I could not feel my physical body. I knew I was breathing and I knew I was trying to stand up. But there was not any thing I could feel. It was just happening and no matter how much I hate to say it, I was not the one doing it.

I was moving straight forward and then I opened the door.

I don't remember anything that's happened after this, I believe I blacked out.

The next thing I remember is that I was somewhere out in the woods. Late at night. What the hell am I doing here? I didn't decide this. I'm not here. It's not me. IT'S NOT ME. IT CAN'T BE.

I didn't feel numb anymore. I was standing outside a house, well, it wasn't exactly a house. I think it was something like an abandoned mansion or... something similar to that. In the middle of nowhere.

I decided I would go inside it. I didn't want it, but it seemed like that's what I'm supposed to do. There was a book covered in dust just laying on the floor. I picked it up, opened it, and... I found out it is not a book. It is a diary. Why would they leave it here? Why wouldn't they take it with... Them? I would take a diary with me if I moved away. That is, if I had one. It's possible they wanted someone to find it and... read it... but should I? I mean, should I read it? It's not mine. It does not belong to me. Is this some kind of a... Trap?

Bullshit.

I took a deep breath as I began to read.

The handwriting was scratchy, it was hard to read. I was still able to make out something of it. And some pages were torn out.

"His non-existent face. It haunts me everywhere. I see it every time I close my eyes, I never know if that is the time I am gonna die. I never wanna be here. He made me go here. I wish it was my decision, rather than his. He sees my every step. He follows me everywhere I go. I never thought it would ever come to this. I don't think I can take it much longer."

Was this person seeing the same... creature? It can't be.

I knew I'm not crazy. I knew it. I told them I'm fine, that it just haunts me. I was really alright at the time. If you think that being stalked by this creature that is called the "Slender Man" is alright. I laughed to myself as I proceeded reading.

"Another day. Another nightmare. Another dreams received from him. I do not want it. I do not want them. I want to be free, I want to go away from here. Very far away. I hate breathing. I do not understand why I am here. Why is it that he still did not kill me? Maybe he loves seeing me suffering. Maybe he never wanted me to die in the first place."

"I have seen him again. I am still hearing voices in my head and ringing in my ears on daily basis. I am thinking about what would happen to me if I ran away. I have been thinking... Would he kill me? Or would he do... nothing..."

I know this is not the best time to do it but I fell asleep. I don't know what time it was and I haven't seen it again. I didn't want to stop reading the diary, and it was somehow hard for me to keep on reading, since my eyes kept on closing.

I woke up the next morning with a slight pain in my head. I chuckled. Of course I woke up like this.

And I was still in that goddamn house, or what the hell it was. The diary was next to me, but I couldn't seem to remember how did I get here. I considered taking the diary with me and going home, but I didn't remember anything. I did not know where I am. There was one thing I knew, that is; I should get away as soon as possible.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as the sun shone brightly into my eyes and I started hearing sharp ringing in my ears.

"I will run away tonight. I thought about it and I honestly believe that is a good idea. I do not know what is he gonna do, but there is only one way to find out. I had another nightmare and he was in it. I keep having these nightmares. I think I am the only one seeing him. Something tells me that is the truth. I know it is not safe being here. It feels like I am cursed."

Cursed? It is not a curse. I don't feel that way. It's not perfect and I don't know much about it just yet, but I don't think it's a curse. I don't know what exactly was happening to the person who wrote this... I don't even know if they are still alive. But there's one thing I know. We are not the same.

"I do not know. I am starting to think it is real. But perhaps I am just imagining him. I ran away, well, I attempted. I tried to run away and he brought me back. I do not know how. I was gone for some time, I do not know for how long. Two days, perhaps? I think he got mad and brought me back here."

"I sometimes hear static. The ringing in my ears never stops anymore, it is always there. It never really goes away and there is no way I can ever make it stop. The nightmares are getting worse and I can barely breathe whenever he is around."

"Perhaps this is a punishment for me trying to run away, perhaps it has nothing to do with that. But I hear voices. They are louder than before. I never can make out what they are saying. It might not even be in English. Not even in my first language, that is Germany. I would recognise the words, but there is nothing."

"I am starting to see other things. People, perhaps. The one with a carved smile, the one with pure black eyes. I think the second thing is actually a demon. Just when I thought the ringing in my ears can not get any louder and my life can not get worse, it did. I do not know what I am seeing anymore. This is Hell."

Carved smile and black eyes? What in the world are they talking about? There's nothing like that in here. Or at least I didn't have the chance to meet it yet.

I decided I would go home and bring the diary with myself. I don't have time for this nonsense. There's nothing in here.

I didn't know what is the right way home, but I decided I would leave the mansion and go straight forward.

I don't know for how long was I walking but to me it seemed like forever. I didn't know where I was walking to. If I was even getting closer to anything.

After what seemed like hours, it began to get very dark. It was quite hard for me to see what was in front of me, but what I do remember is fog. There was suddenly fog everywhere around me.