I walked through the woods, letting the peaceful sounds of nature pull me in a slight dreamy sort if daze. It was fairly early in the morning, I hadn't slept the previous night neither, so a walk at five thirty in the morning apparently sounded soothing to me. I remember the last time I was I'm these woods, it was where I met The Slenderman, Der Ritter. I had done some research on him; I found he was a being of great power, a demon, who was known for abducting. He originated from Germany, the name Der Ritter, meant The Knight; kids had called him a protector against abusive families, saying he was a knight, that would save them. And the words that grandma had wrote, er ist verrückt, meant he is crazy, or he is mad. Maybe I shouldn't speak to The Slenderman.... but, he was so gentlemanly... and kind..