You run downstairs to search for your parents, only to find a note posted to the fridge. You cautiously stroll over to it. As you get closer to it, you can make out your parents’ signature “Love, Mom and Dad” at the bottom of the page. You let out a sigh, relieved that the piece of parchment was not from that creature.
“Are you kidding me?” you groan. “Did they really have to leave today?”
Your father and I are going to be in (different town) until 7. We left money on the counter for food. See you then.
Mom and Dad.
“Damn it!” you cuss. “I do not want to be alone right now.” You quickly swivel your head in search of the faceless being; you would not be surprised if it were watching you. The monster had already proved that it could enter your house whenever it wanted, as displayed by the note and phone you had discovered this morning. Who knows what it did while you slept at night.
The daemon probably knows just about everything about you by now. But what do you know about it? You only know what it looks like and that it is a murderer. You do not even know its name, if it has one that is.
“Just what the hell is it?” you wonder. “What the hell does it want?”
The fear of being watched swells within you again. You rush back to your room, an idea in your head. You want answers, and you are determined to get them. You sit down at your computer and glance out your window; however, despite the fact that nothing is out there, the feeling of being watched lingers. Shuddering, you travel to your window and close the blinds.The last thing you want the being to think is that you have an interest in it. It seems like the type that would relish in the fact that you are trying to learn more about it. If it knows, then that would just convince it that you are exactly where it wants you to be.
Taking one more glance behind you, you murmur, “Whatever I find, I just hope I'm prepared for it.”
You click on the Internet and search, “ faceless man in woods” and “Man wearing suit in woods.”
You read through the search results, with not much luck at first. First you come across a few businesses selling suits. Then you come across many faceless beings, many of which are from television shows or movies; however, they are not quite what you are looking for.
Then you see a site called “Creepypasta,” hinting towards something called “The Slenderman.”
“Slenderman,” you say slowly, testing the name out. You find that it is bitter on your tongue. It is pretty fitting for a being such as him.
You click on the link and begin reading. You read some folklore that matches the being’s actions and appearance perfectly. You read on, wanting to learn as much as you can about this “Slenderman” before he notices. Then you discover that he is a…. faerie?
“Really? I'm being hunted down by a fucking faerie?” you grumble. Of all things it could have been, it was a damn faerie. Sighing, you read on. A few of the bullets stand out to you:
- To kidnap children
- To put people in a trance or put a person completely under their control
- To seemingly teleport
- Trick humans into trusting them before leading them into some sort of trap
You tense and re-read the last bullet. Suddenly, you realize that he wants you to be aware of the fact that he comes in your room at night. He makes sure that you know. He wants you to know that he watches you. He wants you to know he can easily take you away at any moment. But he has not, yet.
“Damn it! What are you planning? Just leave me alone!” you shout, slamming your fist onto the desk.
Suddenly, something is delicately placed on your shoulder. You freeze. Turning your head slowly, you notice a white hand curling over your collarbone. Your eyes follow the appendage up, and you are greeted by a blank face staring back at you.