He was holding out his hand, as if a guester, and I took it. In my surprise, he didn't do anything. He didn't harm me.
The murder of my family...is doing nothing?
He looks behind us, we're there's at least 20 dead trees coverd ins snow, then looks back at me.
"O-oh, do you wanna go over there?"
I point to the area, and he nods.
We begin to slowly walk over to were Slender had looked and we were there faster than I'd though we'd be.
He looked at me, even though he had no eyes, and a mouth appeard, and spoke in an odd tone, "You...will warm me."
I almost sounded disgusted. What was he going on about?
"These winters are cold, and have little meaning."
"Your family kept me from you, my dear," his long, bitter hand touched my cheek.
"I've been watching you, my dear, and now, your mine....