Don't Play With Slenderman

By Jack de Nileth

Slenderman is nothing but a myth, a creature born out of a photoshop-contest, who has since been featured in hundreds of stories, games, and vlogs. If only that were the case …

You might not believe me, and I can't blame you for doubting my words, but the tall, faceless man is among us. And he is as powerful as the stories make him out to be.

The nightmare began on Halloween, with a simple recreation of Slender - The Eight Pages...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jack de Nileth
• Release date: Dec 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311454072

Jack de Nileth

Jack was born in Berlin and began to craft fantasy and science fiction stories during his school years, all of which were intended for games that he made with the RPG-Maker engine. During this time, he created a vast universe that most of his stories took place in, with an epic trilogy at its center. But he never managed to finish the last part in the series, even after working on it for 6+ years. The game had simply grown too big for a single person. That universe is now known as the Mortaevum universe. It will contain a retelling of most of his stories as well as new ones. The first book in that series is now in its revision phase, so keep an eye out! You can find the first drafts of his stories on http://www.jack-de-nileth.com

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Don't Play With Slenderman

Jack de Nileth

Copyright © Jack de Nileth 2013

Cover by JasonWeal

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No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it was published.

All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Contents

1.The Woods

2.Nowhere

3.Companion

4.End of the Road

A True Story?

The Eighth Page

Afterword

About the Author

The Woods

Slenderman is nothing but a myth, a creature born out of a photoshop-contest, who has since been featured in hundreds of stories, games, and vlogs. If only that were the case …

You might not believe me, and I can’t blame you for doubting my words, but the tall, faceless man is among us. And he is as powerful as the stories make him out to be.

Had I never stumbled upon Slender - The Eight Pages—one of the earliest games depicting this nightmarish beast—I might have been able to live in ignorance till the end of my days. But now I’ve been marked, unable to ignore the malevolent forces inhabiting our world.

You too might suffer like I have if you try to chase after the paranormal. Or if you simply acknowledge its existence. Don’t believe me? Then read on and find out how a simple re-enactment of Slender - The Eight Pages ruined my life.

It happened on Halloween. Every other year, I would have stayed home, watching the latest horror-movies. But this year was different. Despite never doing anything with my classmates, they had invited me to a night out, to a game of Slender - The Eight Pages. Mostly to get laid, but also to scare me shitless. They wouldn’t have admitted that, of course, but their features were easy to read. And yet I accepted, to break up the monotony of my life.

About a dozen people were present when I arrived at the fenced-off area chosen for the game. The groups had already been decided and there was no one left to accompany me. The same procedure as always, which is why I couldn’t care less.

Here you go, said a familiar voice. A flashlight was pressed into my hands. I looked into the person’s face and recognized one of my oldest friends, Henry, but he had already moved on before I could utter a single word. There was no reason to suspect that he would screw with me, but given who else was present, it couldn’t hurt to be cautious. So I turned the flashlight on, then off, then on again. Just to make sure that it hadn’t been tempered with.

I’m sick of waiting! growled one of the guys. How is this supposed to go down?

The guy who’d invited me—an arrogant, 16-year old asshole whose muscles must have weighted more than his brain—jumped onto a tree-stump and yelled to get everyone’s attention.

I’m sure David—he pointed towards me—could explain the rules better than me, but I don’t want you to fall asleep.

A wave of laughter rippled through the crowd. Did they really think I cared after all these years?

So here’s all you need to know: we’ve hidden a couple of pages in the woods. Gather as many as you can and return to this spot before the clock strikes midnight. Three winners will be chosen to receive a fantastic price.

What kind of price? Booze? asked yet another guy.

Win and you’ll see. So let’s get cracking!

The guys roared as if they were going to a party. Only two or three girls chimed in. Yet all of them climbed the fence, unaware of what might be lurking on the other side. Watching them leave one by one, I realized that Henry was not part of any group. Yet he was nowhere to be seen.

October 31st, 22:15

When I first stumbled upon the Slenderman myth, it had already become a worldwide phenomenon. No one in my class seemed to have heard about it, though, which is why I spread the word. I even went so far as to show them the game—maybe in a vain attempt to earn a better reputation—but they called it a boring piece of shit and labeled me as an idiot for wasting my time on a made-up myth.

So why did I ever expect them to take this game seriously? The pictures might have been somewhat accurate. The words, on the other hand…

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While picking up the second page, a twig snapped. I raised my flashlight and whirled around, illuminating the darkness behind me. There was nothing to be seen nor heard. Which was weird.

The forest should have brimmed with