I stopped running.
I stopped breathing.
I had a feeling, that I knew whos scream it was.
I had a feeling that I knew what happened.
My body shook.
I slowly turn around, and my face goes pale.
The Slender was starring right at me.
He was holding my father.
My fathers head was in his hands, with a pained look on his face, as well as his blood.
Then, I noticed thin blood red wires that were attached to his neck and the rest of his body...and that was in The Slenders...
Thats all this is.
Sol, my fathers death, and the Slender.
We quickly fled the house.
The sun was already starting to set.
No, no no no!
I began running forward, screaming.
I know that she died, but we did see Anna & Melodys bodies.
"Emerald!" my father yanked hard on my arm.
He slapped me.
"We don't use that language."
I spat in his face & ran.
I slowly put the key into the lock, it went in, and I slowly turned it until I heard a click! and I opened the door slowly, a loud creeeek! following.
Light poured into the room from the window, and we all steeped inside.
We were breathless.
All over the walls, was papers coverd in black crayon, marker, or maybe Sharpie.
All of the drawings were the same.
All about The Slender Man.
I looked around. Everything was thrown around frantically.
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