It started with the headaches, which didn’t seem to unusual but then you were coughing, not just clearing your throat kind of cough, you were having spluttering fits. It hurt your chest, your head as you clutched your chest for a desperate breath of air. So you just assumed you were sick, a bug, something had to be going around but it was more than that. The sleepless nights, the vomiting, the longing for something, someone. So then you’d sleep it off, you’d try to convince yourself you were fine but when you awoke, you were in places you couldn’t explain. First the kitchen, one night the garden and then another, you were in the middle of the road.

The forest behind your house called your name, the wind echoed and lulled you to take a step out. You craved it, the darkness and emptiness of the forest. It didn’t take long for you to step inside, feeling your heart pounding like crazy, like your body was telling you this was crazy, it was the middle of the night but you trudged into the woodland, deeper and deeper. Your ears run, your throat felt tight along with your chest.

There it was, the soft breeze that caressed your skin and sent a shiver down your spine. It called your name, but what was It? It stood, tall, much taller than any tree and it face was white with an emptiness, a nothing across its lack of features. It called your name again, lulling you closer. Its fingers were long, pale and slender along with its figure, adorning a suit and what was that emerging from his back, tentacles?

“You’re here,” its voice was breathy, like an eery whisper and suddenly the feeling of home enclosed around you. Slenderman stepped closer, twigs and shrubbery crackling beneath It.