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I come upon a rickety old bridge, glancing down I wonder what it would be like to float free. Free of this life and all that it brings. That would be something else entirely. Lost in thought, I soon realize I'm being watched. Looking to my right, I see a tall faceless figure in between the barren trees. It just stands there staring at me. What does it want? I move along the bridge, my heart racing at every step. I hope my time has not come, for I want to leave on my own accord. I stop just short of a rotting board. I hear nothing but eerie silence. My heart still racing, I turn around, noticing the figure is there no more. What could this possibly mean for me? Is it really my time? Am I being lead to my untimely demise? These questions remain unanswered. Next thing I know, I fall through the floor. The last thing I see before I hit the water below, is that figure again even slender than before. The last face I'll ever see, is that faceless figure staring back at me. The Slenderman.
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
Slenderman
I come upon a rickety old bridge, glancing down I wonder what it would be like to float free. Free of this life and all that it brings. That would be something else entirely. Lost in thought, I soon realize I'm being watched. Looking to my right, I see a tall faceless figure in between the barren trees. It just stands there staring at me. What does it want? I move along the bridge, my heart racing at every step. I hope my time has not come, for I want to leave on my own accord. I stop just short of a rotting board. I hear nothing but eerie silence. My heart still racing, I turn around, noticing the figure is there no more. What could this possibly mean for me? Is it really my time? Am I being lead to my untimely demise? These questions remain unanswered. Next thing I know, I fall through the floor. The last thing I see before I hit the water below, is that figure again even slender than before. The last face I'll ever see, is that faceless figure staring back at me. The Slenderman.
#creepypasta#slenderman#creepy#stalked#watcher
Bethraylene
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Bethraylene
25/F/Washington
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
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