The sun shone brightly into my eyes, I scrunched my nose and shut the blinds. I hesitantly opened my (eye color) eyes, engulfed by the semi-darkness in my room. I was nineteen, turning twenty within a month, I walked to my drawers, which had a mirror attached to it, I looked in it, running a hand through my (hair color)(hair length) hair. I walked into the livingroom, resting in my leather recliner. I lived in a oversize house, two stories, six bedrooms, four bathrooms, and it's all to myself. I inherited it from my grandma, who had passed March last year. I lived with her my whole life, she was a rich woman, who was very successful with her own business. I pulled an Edgar Allan Poe book off the arm of the chair, I found it in my grandmother's library, (a small closet size room next to the bedroom I'm staying in), along with many other horror fics. I also found.. some drawings.. drawings of a beast with no face and paper white skin. She called all the pictures The Tall Man, some of the pictures showed him standing in the woods, and with each date, they would begin to grow closer...

A drawing dated March 11, 1938 showed him standing off in the woods from her bedroom window, one dated June 24, 1938 showed him standing in the garden from the backyard; another, dated April 15, 1940 showed him holding a rose, looking towards the viewer of the drawing. As they grew on, they seemed to get friendlier, showing him sitting in a recliner with a book, but there was one.. the last one she drew... if him crouched over in an abyss, with claws, a mouth containing sharp fangs, and solid black eyes, with the words er ist verrückt ...sketched on the back of the picture. It was dated July 10, 2013, I didn't share this information with anyone, no relatives, friends, no one... a sudden and loud knock on the door caused me to jump. I hesitantly made my way to the back door, opening it slowly, there was... nothing there. A breath of relief escaped my lips, I looked around the yard, I saw a quick flash of white.. in the woods. I cocked my head to the left, concerned.

I ran upstairs quickly, slipping on a pair of black jeans, a (favorite band) tank top, with a (hoodie/jacket/leather jacket) and a pair of (converse/boots). I quickly grabbed my phone off the charger, making my way outside. I walked towards whatever I saw, doubt surrounded me, but there was a such a luring feeling... I was.. memorized... by something I hadn't even seen clearly. I made my way to the edge of the woods, seeing a trail just through some brush. I had pushed aside the bush, stepping onto the path. 'Who are you' followed through on the wind, several different frequencies seemed to follow through on it, I starred walking, my knees trembled with fear, my eyes wide in curiosity. "I-I saw you-something.. out here, show yourself!" I exclaimed, my voice stuttering out; 'you are not Milly' I shivered, turning around, that.. that voice.. it was all around me....

"Whose Milly!?" I called out, a new determination and bravo coming on in my voice, I almost back pedaled due to hearing my own certainty. "Wait.... Melissa? My.. my grandmother.... how do you know her?!" I shouted, was this... The Tall Man? Static made its way into my mind, I yelped in pain, covering my ears. I felt blood run down my face as I took on a nosebleed, I shut my eyes as the static grew louder. I felt myself try to scream, my mouth opening, but inaudible noises coming through. Suddenly, it all stopped, I was breathing heavily, crouched down, my head almost between my knees and my hands covering my ears. I stood, not looking up, a white hand, with oddly long fingers with pointed tips entered my vision; it touched my chin, I couldn't breathe as it put pressure on my chin, making me look up. It was him, The Tall Man, the... man.. or beast.... he wiped the blood that had dripped down my lip with his thumb, cocking his head to the side.

'Who are you?' I'm sure it questioned, my chest heaved with fear, I felt nauseous. "My name.. it's..." I cleared my throat, standing up straight and with more power. "I'm (Your name), who are you?" I questionrd, he pulled his hand back, standing straight, his height terrified me, he had to be almost ten feet. 'I go by many names, most now call me by The Slenderman' he said, I bit my bottom lip. "Was.. one of your names.... The Tall Man?" I questioned, it chuckled. "Why, yes.. it is", he actually spoke, his voice was mature, it sent shivers down my spine. "I apologize for talking how I was earlier, I assumed you were... someone else." He said, his voice dropping to a whisper, it reverberated in my ears. "You.. you thought I was my grandmother, Melissa, correct?" I questioned, he turned to face away from me, but I reached out, my fingertips barely brushing his back, I cupped my hand to my chest. "I'm s...sorry", I stuttered, he made no noise for a few minutes. 'I will see you another time, my dear (your name)' with that Static filled the air and he disappeared. I was tooken aback, I sprinted back to the house, taking cover in the comfort of my home.