Every since finding him—learning about him. Slenderman. The Aministrator. The Operator. Whatever you should call him. Life has been noting but a living hell. You lived like you were already dead and it wasn't exactly easy to try and get better. Be better. You could barley get out of bed without spinning Ang getting dizzy. So when he came again, the static ringing in your ears. The blood coughing from your mouth again. The passing out. The last thing you expected was to wake up..not in your house