You were a farmer. You wiped beads of sweat from your forehead with the back of your glove as you finished tilling the soil, your sunhat tipped back on your head. What you didn't know was that Slenderman was watching you from afar, hiding within the trees of the nearby woods. You turned your head and locked your gaze on his blank face, blinking to make sure you were seeing things right and not having a heat stroke. Suddenly, he seemed to evaporate. You wondered if you should investigate.