You were one of his proxies. You had been sitting in your room, facing your vanity and running a brush through your soft, silky hair. It was something you took pride in, and it rested on your head beautifully. As you were spacing out into the mirror, you caught a glimpse of a white, blank face in the crack of your slightly opened bedroom door. Slenderman was watching you. He was curious about your human customs, but was slightly nervous to ask.