Slenderman IS REAL--Kim

 

They never believed me when I told them Slenderman was real, it’s not like I had proof but after all, I was telling the truth. My friends had been planning a camping trip for years and they
finally managed to get these plans moving. I didn’t want to go, but they told me it would be nice to go out after everything I’d been going through the past couple of months. I had been
consumed by the idea that something far more dangerous than a mountain lion would be
awaiting our arrival but I brushed it off in hopes that this short trip would help me get better.
Of course, I wish I was filled with less paranoia and more excitement but the only things I
managed to pack in time were a flashlight, two days’ worth of clothes, and a pocket knife (just
in case).

As terrified as I was, the scenery was breathtaking, literally I passed out due to my fear of
heights. I let anxiety wrap it’s claws around me and this was my first mistake. Ringing in my
head as I lay flat on the forest floor, constant ringing, I want this ringing to stop. Was this my
body telling me something was close? A threat maybe? This nauseating ringing blocked my
train of thought. I was in danger, my friends were in danger and I had to do something about it.
I regained overall consciousness after a good five minutes of being wiped out on the floor.
Confusion is the only thing clouding my mind as I wondered where my friends could be. I mean I was just with them wasn’t I? I pick up the courage to wander these woods in search of my friends and decide to pull out my pocket knife. Cautious of every step I took, I kept my ears
open for any surrounding noise that might be a threat to me even the smallest crunching of
leaves caught my attention. If only my friends had waited to walk to the campsite with me, I
wouldn’t be in this mess. After what felt like hours of walking which is dramatic for 10 minutes,
I suddenly heard what sounded like the crunching of leaves coming from behind me. My heart
was probably racing by now as this sound grew louder and faster. I closed my eyes instinctively and held my arm out slashing the air with my pocket knife like a coward when I suddenly felt the knife pierce the shadow I could barely see through the skin of my eyelids multiple times. My mind is filled with satisfaction as I realize what was trying to catch up to me was now probably pulseless, but the satisfaction quickly fled when I opened my eyes to see the bloody corpse of my good friend Apollo. Every single emotion you could think of flooded my brain. How could I do this to my friend? How could I be such a coward that I let my fear get the best of me? My friend is dead and it’s my fault, the ringing wasn’t a threat, it was my paranoia. I fell to my knees while the memories I had of them rushed into my imagination. How could I explain this to the others without sounding like a complete psychopath? The answer was clear, I couldn’t tell them at least not now.

I ran in the direction Apollo came from in hopes that I’d catch up with the others before they
suspected anything. After about twenty minutes I finally heard the laughter of my two other
friends. I had no other choice but to let the memories haunting my mind become my puppeteer, my second mistake. We made our way towards each other and I cried into their arms hysterically. The first word to come out of my mouth was “Slenderman”. I had to make
something up to keep myself clean, Slenderman did it, he was real, he was very real at this
moment. The only reaction I managed to get was the confusion on their faces. Of all things why this? Why Slenderman? As the tears sprinted down my face I tried to convince them that
Slenderman was real, that Slenderman was the reason our dearest friend Apollo was dead. I
must’ve sounded crazy but I had to make sure they bought this lie. I panicked and yelled for one of them to follow me and suggested the other stay and keep watch of our things. What was I to do with poor Demeter? Her innocence would now be spoiled if she sees what had been done to Apollo. We approached the spot in which the corpse laid and I slowly prepared the knife in my pocket. I showed her the dead body and the innocence leaped out of her body and faded into the breeze of the foggy afternoon. I sneakily threw a small rock into the distance to immediately distract her, this worked and well. Demeter was the kind to close her eyes the entirety of a scary movie, and this was shown as she sat down and covered her face. This would not be helpful for either of us, especially me so I suggested she get up and run with me. As I extended my hand to help her up I reached for my pocket and shut my eyes as I swung my arm for her chest. The forest echoed with her heartbreaking screams as she finally took her last breath. The price I was willing to pay in order to keep myself clean, pure even.

I had to take a moment to realize what I was completely capable of, what this need for purity
drove me to. As I sprinted towards the campsite, my mind was already made, it had to be done
once more. I caught my breath as I finally got a glimpse of the tents. I let my emotions take
control once more and started yelling for my final friend, Hephaestus, to run and head for the
car. We quickly made our way out of the forest and hopped into the car. I never really
particularly liked him, so it made this pretty easy for me. I told him to speed down the road, no
questions asked as I waited for us to reach a curve. It was finally time, I hoped to get better and this was my way out. I violently reached for the steering wheel and made a sharp right flying down the cliff. My moment for purity had come, but at what cost? These friends only wanted the best for me and that’s how they aided me, my mortal life never really was of importance.
Afterall, my name was Ares, of course I had to act.