Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2014 1:08:07 GMT -5
Slender had been in this world for a short period of time, and it had decided that while there were quite a few things that it liked - the taste of the local life energy, the scenery, the playgrounds...Something about the anguish of human parents whose children were missing was just SO SATISFYING - there were also some things it definitely DID NOT approve of. Nightlights, suicide hotlines, and cats were a few examples, but the thing it hated more than anything else was being RECORDED. Video, photography, anything that created a permanent image was unforgivable. The humans at the facility he'd escaped from had filmed him constantly. They learned.
Slender had expected film and photography to be uncommon, something used by the military or by scientists, but since the escape, Slender had been finding itself being recorded or photographed - both intentionally and unintentionally - almost constantly. It was almost a full-time job following and tormenting the humans that had done it.
One had been a student, creating an experimental short film for a university class. He ran off into the wilderness to escape and gotten lost. It was only a matter of time.
One had been a veteran of war filming a storm for the internet. He nailed his doors and windows shut to keep it out. It was only a matter of time.
One, the one Slender was after now, was a family man, he'd been filming home movies. Slender had decided to make this one really count.
He'd started small - following the family man discreetly, never letting itself get seen properly - was that a creepy tall man or just a shadow? Heh, probably just a shadow. That one too. And that one. Thus the seeds of doubt were sewn.
Slender knew where the family man worked, where he ate, where he relaxed. Now it needed to know where the man's wife and children worked, ate, and relaxed. Slender avoided the man's wife seeing it at all costs. Even one sighting and the whole game was shot. Thankfully, the woman was hardly a paragon of perception, preferring to tend to a virtual farm than truly take in her surroundings. Slender could have devoured her and her entirely family before she'd known she were dead. Thus the seeds of discord were sewn.
Her children, however, took moreso after their father. It didn't take long for the littlest one, a young girl, to start asking her father about the tall man she kept seeing at school, at the park, in the back yard. Thus the seeds of fear were sewn.
In a matter of days the family man's family was falling apart. His wife believed the tall man to be an imaginary construct of her children, and believed the odd shadows her husband had seen to just be odd shadows and a paranoid husband. She began to question his every decision, and he resented her for her distrust. The children, as perceptive children often do in these situations, became quiet and unhappy. They abandoned their friends and their family alike, instead seeking answers about the tall man. And thus the curtain rose - it was showtime.
Slender waited for the man's wife to leave after a rather explosive argument. Once she was gone, it appeared in their back yard. The family man and his two children - son and daughter - spotted their tormentor. Daughter shut down, crying in terror. Father went to her side, comforting. Son, however...son did was sons do, and attacked.
The family man was in the process of packing up his daughter and getting out of town. With the fear, and the cough, and the grief over a now-dead son, and the poor crying child in the back seat...it was only a matter of time.
Film aside, this world was a good place to be. The food was plentiful, the pleasures endless, and with no competition from other members of his own kind, Slender had plenty of room to grow more powerful and more terrifying.
Sometime told it that the more terrifying it became, the more slender it would become. It was only a matter of time.
Slender had expected film and photography to be uncommon, something used by the military or by scientists, but since the escape, Slender had been finding itself being recorded or photographed - both intentionally and unintentionally - almost constantly. It was almost a full-time job following and tormenting the humans that had done it.
One had been a student, creating an experimental short film for a university class. He ran off into the wilderness to escape and gotten lost. It was only a matter of time.
One had been a veteran of war filming a storm for the internet. He nailed his doors and windows shut to keep it out. It was only a matter of time.
One, the one Slender was after now, was a family man, he'd been filming home movies. Slender had decided to make this one really count.
He'd started small - following the family man discreetly, never letting itself get seen properly - was that a creepy tall man or just a shadow? Heh, probably just a shadow. That one too. And that one. Thus the seeds of doubt were sewn.
Slender knew where the family man worked, where he ate, where he relaxed. Now it needed to know where the man's wife and children worked, ate, and relaxed. Slender avoided the man's wife seeing it at all costs. Even one sighting and the whole game was shot. Thankfully, the woman was hardly a paragon of perception, preferring to tend to a virtual farm than truly take in her surroundings. Slender could have devoured her and her entirely family before she'd known she were dead. Thus the seeds of discord were sewn.
Her children, however, took moreso after their father. It didn't take long for the littlest one, a young girl, to start asking her father about the tall man she kept seeing at school, at the park, in the back yard. Thus the seeds of fear were sewn.
In a matter of days the family man's family was falling apart. His wife believed the tall man to be an imaginary construct of her children, and believed the odd shadows her husband had seen to just be odd shadows and a paranoid husband. She began to question his every decision, and he resented her for her distrust. The children, as perceptive children often do in these situations, became quiet and unhappy. They abandoned their friends and their family alike, instead seeking answers about the tall man. And thus the curtain rose - it was showtime.
Slender waited for the man's wife to leave after a rather explosive argument. Once she was gone, it appeared in their back yard. The family man and his two children - son and daughter - spotted their tormentor. Daughter shut down, crying in terror. Father went to her side, comforting. Son, however...son did was sons do, and attacked.
The family man was in the process of packing up his daughter and getting out of town. With the fear, and the cough, and the grief over a now-dead son, and the poor crying child in the back seat...it was only a matter of time.
Film aside, this world was a good place to be. The food was plentiful, the pleasures endless, and with no competition from other members of his own kind, Slender had plenty of room to grow more powerful and more terrifying.
Sometime told it that the more terrifying it became, the more slender it would become. It was only a matter of time.