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Nothingness.
Emptyness.
Absence of anything.
Whatever you call it, it's what I felt.
On my knees as my vision went from dark, to light, to dark again, then back. I saw sparks, and static, and darkness, and blurs, I was nearsighted and farsighted at the same time. I had no idea where my head was, or really, where I was. I felt intoxicated whilst feeling nothing but pure adrenaline. A burning in my stomach while feeling like I am going against blizzard winds. My head was spinning. Nausea. Cold sweat. My mussels ached and I couldnt move. My eyes frozen over, I could feel the space behind my eyes want to pour out tears, but I couldnt. My vision was getting darker. Six long black tentacles- or were they wings? They arched over me. Hypnotizing me deeper into my hell-like trance. They somehow got my attention to his face. The area where his eyes should be seemed to grow darker and darker, and my vision going red. He resembled Satan. I could feel my blood turn to tar and my lungs turn to steel. My bones were simotaniously breaking. I could feel my pupils shrink in disguist.
Then it all stopped.
A time of full consciousness came to me.
But I wasn't back in the room where he met me. I was back with my father, Aaron. Before he died. My father had a long history, and a very long history with the Slenderman. I suppose it all happend after the funeral. Madison and I, both 17 at the time, were going through his things, clearing out his house. I was cleaning out the important files and stuff, and Madison was going through his files on his laptop. She opened the screen and stopped. Our conversation dropped immediately. I turned around, and she said nothing. Her emerald eyes stared at the screen in disbelief. I walked over to the laptop and tilted the screen back so I could see. My heart stopped. About 6 pages about how to kidnap children were open. A list of children kidnapped in the last 10 years was open in Microsoft Word. Some of the names were hilighted in yellow.
We said nothing. She clicked on My Documents and a file called "Slenderman" popped up. She clicked on it, and about 50+ videos showed. They were named "Ashley-EX", "Avery-EX", "Sasha-EX", "Joseph-EX", "Nixon-EX", "Jenna-EX", "Megan-EX", and "Austin-EX". There were too many names to remember.
But there was one. Just one, that I remember very vividly. "Emily-CPT". The one that stuck out from the bunch. Before Madison and I could click on Emily's file, we watched some of the "EX" videos. I cant remember much. It was too much for my adolescent mind to handle. In short, we learned that a terrifying man, a faceless freak of nature lived in the forest behind our house. We also learned that our biological father had a massive grudge against him. We learned that our father was kidnapping children, about 8 years old, and using them as bait to catch the monster. And any of the videos marked "EX", had footage of a child being ripped open, and a faceless white man, turning red.
But the "CPT" video. That video was of a little girl named Emily. It started off with Aaron saying " attempt number 68, F, 9, Emily, Portsburg." He was not very clean at the time. He seemed nervous. And scared. He turned the camera to Emily. Emily was an adorable 9 year old girl. She was wearing a bandana over her eyes, a blue Tshirt, and a denim skirt. Her hands were tied behind her back.
"Its okay Emily, I'm not going to hurt you. Do you believe me?"
Silence.
Her lips didn't tremble, her posture didn't budge.
"Emily, I asked you a question."
"Yes."
"Good. Just know that I will not hurt you, and I am the one to trust."
He walked her out of the shack, her blindfold still on. They walked out to the forest, and then Aaron said,
"Okay, from here on is a straight path. You will follow this path, and will go nowhere else. Just walk straight. Understood?"
"Yes."
He didn't take off her blindfold or her zip-tied hands. She did as she was asked, and walked along the dirt trail. About 2 and a half minutes later, we heard a scream. Aaron ran into the woods, and focused the camera on Emily and the creature. Her eyes were as big as Madisons were watching the video. She stared into his featureless face, and seemed to be hypnotized. But still, her body language showed no signs of fear. Aaron reached into his pocket, and pulled something out, we dont know what. It could have been a switchblade, it could have been a pair of scissors, we don't know. Aaron took it and stabbed his own wrist.
The Slenderman screamed.
He made an ungodly noise and attacked Emily.
Aaron took Emily back, and the Slenderman didn't resist. He set her down, took the whatever-it-was all covered in his own blood, and stabbed the Slenderman in the right wrist, the same wrist as he did to himself. The Slenderman made an even more ungodly noise, and ran off to die. Aaron caught his breath, took off his shirt, wrapped it around his wrist, and picked up the camera from the ground.
Then it ended. He went home, shot Emily, uploaded the video to hip laptop, and died.
He died from suicide.
We closed out of the video and looked at the names of the "EX"s. We closed that window and saw the highlighted names. They matched the "EX"s names. Except Emily's, which was green.
We closed that too. We closed the tabs with step-by-step info on how to abduct children.
And that was it.
I snapped back to reality. But the Slenderman wasn't dead. He was right infront of me. And I was about to die in less than a few seconds. I punched his white face, and kneed his stomach. He grabbed me, and I saw through his suit sleeve, for a breif moment, the scar from our father and his enemy. I ducked and went under his arms, and got up and kicked him in the top of the head. He recoiled, and I escaped through the narrow door down the long hallway.
I looked back and he was 3 inches off the ground, levitating, standing, coming at me fast. I turned the corner, into a huge room, and saw up against the wall, next to the controls for something or another, a peice of Madison's poem.
"Eats you alive"
I swore to god,
I would not end up like one of my father's experiments.
Never.
(Madison and Aaron are real people, but Aaron is Erin, and i don't belive she has a DA)
Emptyness.
Absence of anything.
Whatever you call it, it's what I felt.
On my knees as my vision went from dark, to light, to dark again, then back. I saw sparks, and static, and darkness, and blurs, I was nearsighted and farsighted at the same time. I had no idea where my head was, or really, where I was. I felt intoxicated whilst feeling nothing but pure adrenaline. A burning in my stomach while feeling like I am going against blizzard winds. My head was spinning. Nausea. Cold sweat. My mussels ached and I couldnt move. My eyes frozen over, I could feel the space behind my eyes want to pour out tears, but I couldnt. My vision was getting darker. Six long black tentacles- or were they wings? They arched over me. Hypnotizing me deeper into my hell-like trance. They somehow got my attention to his face. The area where his eyes should be seemed to grow darker and darker, and my vision going red. He resembled Satan. I could feel my blood turn to tar and my lungs turn to steel. My bones were simotaniously breaking. I could feel my pupils shrink in disguist.
Then it all stopped.
A time of full consciousness came to me.
But I wasn't back in the room where he met me. I was back with my father, Aaron. Before he died. My father had a long history, and a very long history with the Slenderman. I suppose it all happend after the funeral. Madison and I, both 17 at the time, were going through his things, clearing out his house. I was cleaning out the important files and stuff, and Madison was going through his files on his laptop. She opened the screen and stopped. Our conversation dropped immediately. I turned around, and she said nothing. Her emerald eyes stared at the screen in disbelief. I walked over to the laptop and tilted the screen back so I could see. My heart stopped. About 6 pages about how to kidnap children were open. A list of children kidnapped in the last 10 years was open in Microsoft Word. Some of the names were hilighted in yellow.
We said nothing. She clicked on My Documents and a file called "Slenderman" popped up. She clicked on it, and about 50+ videos showed. They were named "Ashley-EX", "Avery-EX", "Sasha-EX", "Joseph-EX", "Nixon-EX", "Jenna-EX", "Megan-EX", and "Austin-EX". There were too many names to remember.
But there was one. Just one, that I remember very vividly. "Emily-CPT". The one that stuck out from the bunch. Before Madison and I could click on Emily's file, we watched some of the "EX" videos. I cant remember much. It was too much for my adolescent mind to handle. In short, we learned that a terrifying man, a faceless freak of nature lived in the forest behind our house. We also learned that our biological father had a massive grudge against him. We learned that our father was kidnapping children, about 8 years old, and using them as bait to catch the monster. And any of the videos marked "EX", had footage of a child being ripped open, and a faceless white man, turning red.
But the "CPT" video. That video was of a little girl named Emily. It started off with Aaron saying " attempt number 68, F, 9, Emily, Portsburg." He was not very clean at the time. He seemed nervous. And scared. He turned the camera to Emily. Emily was an adorable 9 year old girl. She was wearing a bandana over her eyes, a blue Tshirt, and a denim skirt. Her hands were tied behind her back.
"Its okay Emily, I'm not going to hurt you. Do you believe me?"
Silence.
Her lips didn't tremble, her posture didn't budge.
"Emily, I asked you a question."
"Yes."
"Good. Just know that I will not hurt you, and I am the one to trust."
He walked her out of the shack, her blindfold still on. They walked out to the forest, and then Aaron said,
"Okay, from here on is a straight path. You will follow this path, and will go nowhere else. Just walk straight. Understood?"
"Yes."
He didn't take off her blindfold or her zip-tied hands. She did as she was asked, and walked along the dirt trail. About 2 and a half minutes later, we heard a scream. Aaron ran into the woods, and focused the camera on Emily and the creature. Her eyes were as big as Madisons were watching the video. She stared into his featureless face, and seemed to be hypnotized. But still, her body language showed no signs of fear. Aaron reached into his pocket, and pulled something out, we dont know what. It could have been a switchblade, it could have been a pair of scissors, we don't know. Aaron took it and stabbed his own wrist.
The Slenderman screamed.
He made an ungodly noise and attacked Emily.
Aaron took Emily back, and the Slenderman didn't resist. He set her down, took the whatever-it-was all covered in his own blood, and stabbed the Slenderman in the right wrist, the same wrist as he did to himself. The Slenderman made an even more ungodly noise, and ran off to die. Aaron caught his breath, took off his shirt, wrapped it around his wrist, and picked up the camera from the ground.
Then it ended. He went home, shot Emily, uploaded the video to hip laptop, and died.
He died from suicide.
We closed out of the video and looked at the names of the "EX"s. We closed that window and saw the highlighted names. They matched the "EX"s names. Except Emily's, which was green.
We closed that too. We closed the tabs with step-by-step info on how to abduct children.
And that was it.
I snapped back to reality. But the Slenderman wasn't dead. He was right infront of me. And I was about to die in less than a few seconds. I punched his white face, and kneed his stomach. He grabbed me, and I saw through his suit sleeve, for a breif moment, the scar from our father and his enemy. I ducked and went under his arms, and got up and kicked him in the top of the head. He recoiled, and I escaped through the narrow door down the long hallway.
I looked back and he was 3 inches off the ground, levitating, standing, coming at me fast. I turned the corner, into a huge room, and saw up against the wall, next to the controls for something or another, a peice of Madison's poem.
"Eats you alive"
I swore to god,
I would not end up like one of my father's experiments.
Never.
(Madison and Aaron are real people, but Aaron is Erin, and i don't belive she has a DA)
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[5/26/15, 5:37:52 PM] tori tú madre: brb i gotta go to the gas station
[5/26/15, 5:42:30 PM] madison patrick: Okay ill be here haha
[5/26/15, 5:44:22 PM] tori tú madre: back
[5/26/15, 5:44:35 PM] tori tú madre: i nearly ran into this jackass on the road
[5/26/15, 5:44:39 PM] madison patrick: That was fast
[5/26/15, 5:44:51 PM] tori tú madre: he like cut in front of me with out a turn signal
[5/26/15, 5:45:41 PM] tori tú madre: i screamed “ HEY BUDDY THERES THIS MAGIC STICK ON THE RIGHT HAND SIDE OF YOUR STEERING WHEEL THAT TELLS THE PEOPLE BEHIND YOU WHICH WAY YOURE GOING TO GO, TRY IT OUT JACKASS!!!”
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it's official. You're a better writer than me. I need to catch up lol.