Slenderman: Origins - Part Two

In my dream, I was walking in a forest. It was pitch black, which was what told me it was midnight. I had only a flashlight and a video recorder. I was also holding seven pages.

I was looking through someone else's eyes and only had control over the viewpoint. This girl was shaking terribly with obvious fear and I kept trying to adjust her focus to what's in front of her because she frantically checked her surroundings.

Before us, was a tree. A regular, 24-foot, 250-year-old oak tree. It had a thick trunk that would take seven people to wrap around the entire thing. There was a yellow note attached to this tree; it seemed to have been made by a child, with the poorly drawn tall man surrounded by roughly drawn pine trees. It was defined with some minor details, such as the tall man had a tie and seemed to be wearing a suit.

I was confused. I couldn't grasp why someone would leave this here. If it was my child, I would keep this within my sight at all times. It was too precious-

The girl stooped. She pointed the pool of light at the page to see it better. Just as she slowly extended her hand toward it to grab it, I saw a tall silhouette to her right appear and disappear in less than a blink of an eye.

She must have saw it too, because she immediately froze and held her breath.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand; my instincts seemed to be telling me that something was right behind us.

The girl began crying, as she clutched herself tightly and gripped the flashlight until her knuckles turned white. Everything went dark completely as she closed her eyes and slowly turned around.

Everything inside me went off the edge, somehow warning me not to let her do this. Not to let her face what seemed like the inevitable.

And definitely not face this.......thing.

Thinking fast, but not completely, I forced her to open her eyes. She did, and I made her drop the pages but hold on to the flashlight. I was now in complete control of her body.

Suddenly, filled with adrenaline, I took off.

I didn't know where I was, nor where I was going. None of that seemed to matter as I kept running. Eventually, I stopped. I took a minute to catch my breath - er, her breath - at a silver eight foot fence.

It was a lot taller than either of us, so I could forget about jumping over. Climbing was impossible to do so, considering the squares in the fence were too small to even fit your pinky through. And who knows how long it would take to dig underneath.

How the hell did you get in here? I thought to myself inside her mind. The girl frantically searched for a weak spot in the fence, as she regained control of her body. I knew it was a fruitless effort, but inwardly, I was doing the same.

"Help me!" she screamed. "Please, he's trying to kill me! HELP ME!" she pounded in desperate frustration, but to no avail.

Behind us, I could feel eyes watching her every move. I was going to convince her body to obey me again; to run away as fast and as far away as possible.

Until something exploded through her chest.

My mind froze in fear and shock. We both looked down to see seven black tentacles lodged in between her breasts, dripping with tar and her blood while knotting with her muscles and squeezing her heart. Worst of all, they were moving as if they had minds of their own.

Suddenly, she was repeatedly stabbed through the abdomen by other tentacles. I watched in horror as the ugly, writhing things played and tangled with her entrails. You could her hear wet, slimy sound as rib bones were broken off and pulled from within the intertwined intestines. She was pouring blood from her shredded torso; you could smell ripped flesh all around you.

"No!" I yelled. "NOOOOOOOO!"

I could do nothing as the limp body of that doomed girl was lifted into the air. Four more extremely large tentacles wrapped around her lifeless limbs and yanked. The ones inside began to push outward.

Everything permanently went black as she was pulled apart.