That horrible feeling.
The feeling when you know your being watched.
"C'mon Sol, lets go."
I stood, slipping the straps of my backpack around my arms, still holding onto the sandwich and half-empty water bottle.
"Emerald," he whined. "but I'm not finished!"
I look back st him with an annoyed look on my face.
"You can eat it while we're walking, lets go! Now!"
Sol could hear the pleading and the fear in my voice.
I wanted to leave.
I wanted to go home.
We kept running up the path, tears in my eyes.
I was out of breath, and Sol damn well knew it.
We stopped & we caught our breath.
"First my Mother..then my Father...then its you & me..."
I didn't want to die. I wanted to live until I have no purpose.
The sun was rising again. Time is flying by way too fast.
Why was Slender doing this? What were his reasons?
I guess I'll never know...
"We need to make ground." Sol began jogging.
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...
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