Gainsboro Hills

I took the number of her cell down. "Great time find out were she is and help her stop this freak preying on kids and people." Cole stared at the number for 10 minutes thinking of what will happen when they find him and he attacks we will have no way of defending our self's or anyone else.

I hit the call button but of course it when to voice mail " Hello my name is Cole Finnegan me and my family use to live here 13 years ago. When the first sighting in years happened of slender. I would like to help in stopping slender man, if or when you get this call me back as soon as you can. Hopefully you would already be killed by him. Thank you for your time." I hung up the phone hoping she wasn't dead or worse being hunted by him. A cold wind blew past me at that moment and i turned around to see shaking in the bushes and to see a picture lieing on the ground. It was a park and seven kids and a baby.
It was from 1997 one year after i was born. "Maybe one of these is the missing kid from back then." I smiled thinking of how it was back then before he started creeping on us. "Dammit" I recalled her number again "Me again I am staying at the Gainsboro Hills inn room 12." He hung up for the second time
and whispered to the wind "Dont be dead."

I shut the door to my room and sat on my bed. A loud rip on my door i ran and opened in full swing, nothing was there then i saw the wood chips on the ground and close over the door standing on the outside and saw what was on the door "2th of august". The day i was born i called the manager and he said he hope to have it cleaned up soon and walked back into my room and closed the door. "So he thinks scareing me with some numbers will make me run. I am not the scared kid i was back in ireland."

Last night was a long and restless night. I couldn't sleep a wink. Twisted, blood-drained faces of children, sunken cheeks pale and eyes clouded with a film of death, haunted my anxious mind. Their gaunt limbs sprouted like wilted seedlings from a dark, bottomless void, clawing desperately at the air. Without warning, an empty, blank face of ghostly white appeared from the endless stretch of shadow, the darkness regurgetating the silent fiend. Although it were just a mere nightmarish dream, my fear was intense. Hesitating at the sight of such a monstrousity, I abandoned the small, grasping hands, the pit swallowing the children's quiet pleas. I awoke, shivering and drenched in cold sweat. Burying my weary face in my hands, I questioned the capacity of my courage. If the unfavorable situation arose, would I fend for myself, mutating my sincere promises into empty ones? I shook the thought from my mind. I was a man of my word. Not completely reassured, I readied myself for work in a distracted state of mind.

Nicholas D. Keller

My bike screeched to a halt. I checked my watch for the time; it was eight- thirty in the morning by the time I reached Gainsboro Hills. The town was quiet and peaceful, well, as far as I could tell. But I don't have the greatest track record when it comes to observation. Anyway, I pulled into some cheap motel, there were no vacancies but that didn't matter too much. I only pulled in so I could look up the number of the chick who was running this 'investigation' or whatever you want to call it. I put up the kick- stand and hopped off. I did a couple stretches, it's been about two hours of solid riding and it felt good to stand up.

"My freakin' ass is asleep." I moaned as I pushed my pelvis out-ward and cracked my back. I stood up straight and walked over to my satchel sitting on the back of the bike. "Alright, time to get down to business." I said as I looked through my phone for this girl's number. "Alexandra Valliere." I mouthed out as I found her number.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

I started whistling out a tune, holding the phone to my ear, waiting for her to pick up.

"Yo, I heard you're looking for people to help with your investigation." I said when she finally picked up, "I was thinking I could help you out." I grinned, "Ya' know, if that's okay with you."

Alexandra

Nobody answered the door. I turned back and got into my car and drove back home. I thought maybe this girl Beatrice was just pulling my strings and making a joke of the fact that I'm searching for an urban myth. After my shift working at the hospital, I got back home again and by now it was the middle of the evening. It still felt worried about the young man who was still lying unconciously. My home, where my father had raised me, always seemed like a gloomy and abysmal place. It was an old house built in the early 1900's. I wouldn't be surprised if it was haunted with evil spirits and such. When I got home I check my phone and noticed that someone named Cole Finnegan had leaved me a message. I sent him a voice message telling him I would visit him at his Inn room as soon as possible. I cooked some pasta for dinner and looked at the decoded message again. Any way I looked at it it was a strange message. But.. what if theres a hidden meaning behind this as well? I thought.
Later in the evening I received a phone call from a man named Nicholas who had arrived in Gainsboro Hills to join the hunt for Slender. I gave him my address and told him to visit me next morning.

Cole Finnegan

I sat on my bed and pulled my bag up and looked threw it I pulled out a flashlight and a jaggeder edge knife. I stared at the knife with the letters engraved in it COTFM this was the one thing he couldn't finger out what it meant there was nothing about it in the the Irish folklore and it has noting to do with slender.
I pulled out my laptop and did so more research on this word on the knife and waded threw all that i could take before i get extremely tired. " Still nothing on these letters there not a company name or a persons full name. Just what are you and were did you come from." He glared at the knife and looked at the clock 3am. He sat the knife under his pillow and and sat his head on-top of it and drifted into the world of dreams

Plagued by vivid, formidable thoughts, I managed to drag myself through the school day, without arousing suspicion from staff and students. My concentration and train of thought deteriorated, as the high, noon sun retreated behind the rough mountains beyond Gainsboro Hills. Shameful humiliation devoured my consciousness: I was a grown man, warily jogging towards my house, anxiety rapidly rising at every shifting shadow. My imagination magnified the darkness and ominous, looming trees along the neighborhood sidewalk. Their scraggly branches hungrily descended into the path, like ravenous talons menacing and still before snatching up unsuspecting prey. I quickened my pace, hesitantly scanning the bare branches, as I rushed beneath them.

My usual, vibrant, cardinal door transformed to a repulsive crimson, with the impending arrival of night. I rummaged through my coat pockets for my keys, my clammy hands fumbling with the chinking metal. Finally unlocking my front door, I hastily closed it behind me. My eyelids felt heavy, and I knew dark rings hung beneath my eyes. Exhaling a wavering sigh, I leaned my back against the door, allowing my weight to pull my weary body slowly to the wooden floor. The strap of my messenger bag slipped off my shoulder and fell beside me with a dull "thud". Rubbing my sore eyes, I buried my face in my hands. Ending this wouldn't only be for the sake of the victims and their families but for my sanity and peace of mind as well. Not wanting to fall into the depths of panic and stress, I unearthed my cellphone from my cluttered bag and dialed Ms. Valliere's number. Despite my notable capacity of patience, I was growing anxious by the second. We had to solve this town's mysterious case soon.

Alexandra

Late in the evening, I drove to the place. It was the former residence of Samuel Zoric, the man who had given me the cryptic note saying: 'He is always watching'. The mere sight of the house gave me chills. It was scheduled to be demolished after the police had gathered enough evidence to use against Zoric. He had murdered his own wife and 2 children a couple years ago here. I squeezed past the yellow crime-scene tapes and walked up the front steps to the door. I peered through a window but it was too dark to see anything inside. The door was unlocked. I used my flashlight until I found a light switch. It just looked like an ordinary suburban house. There were mahogany furniture and pictures of smiling kids on the walls. The smell of dirty dishes submerged in stagnant water reeked from the kitchen. The place was too quiet and I felt like someone was watching me. Then the sound of my phone ringing in my bag made me jump. I calmed my nerves and picked it up.
"Hello?" I croaked. It was from Derrick.

Cole Finnegan

Cole saw outside this murders house sat a car. " Hm someones here." As I walked up the steps to she the door was open i pushed it open slowly and hear something fall and hit the ground. I froze not knowing what it was as i stood there frozen i saw the photos of the kids then a beam of light shined out of the kitchen. "Well i guess it could be worse." I walked up to the kitchen door to hear a girl saw in a low voice "Hello".

I opened the door slowly hoping not to scare her then i heared a car drive up outside and quickly moved in and closed the door. "You left your car outside." I said coldly at her

Nicholas D. Keller

I pulled up to the Zoric house in a blue Ford Fusion I rented. Even if I'm meeting this Alexandra person tomorrow, it doesn't mean I can't do any investigating of my own. I looked out into the yard and noticed when I pulled into the driveway that the front door was open a tiny bit, then pulled closed. What? Someone must be here. Now that I think about it, there is a car parked here. Well, this is a bit strange, but I might have a suspect. I got out of the car and straitened the black tie to the cheap suit I was wearing. With this scar and shaved head I don't look much like an FBI agent, but hell, they won't question a badge. I opened the front and shined my flashlight inside.

"This is the FBI, I know you're in here." I said as officially as I could, "Come out here with your hands up."

I stood there starring at the door I looked to my side and saw a knife, "Here take this." I gave her the knife "Hide it, hes not FBI. Why would FBI come for a murder of a wife and her daughter no way."

I pushed the door open and walked out and saw the shaved headed man with the scar. I stood there staring at the man looking over his body to see the best way if he tried to hurt me or the girl. -This is a risky thing to say-.
"Your not FBI who are you and why have you come to this house." Great i asked the stupidest question ever. It good she didn't follow me out the door step.
I put my hands behind my back one on the handle of my knife.

What the fuck? I thought, Do I really not look like I could be a cop? I pulled a badge out from my pocket and flipped it open. The badge read Roy Miller, Federal Bureau of Investigation. I bought this thing off a guy I work with. I'm guessing he stole it, but I never asked. He's good with forgeries so it was easy for him to add my picture and ta-da! I have a genuine FBI badge, well unless a cop registers the number. Then I'm fucked.


"You want to say that again, punk?" I said, angry, mostly because my plan wasn't working as well as I'd hoped. "Now, let's start with you telling me your name." I said, still pointing the beam of the flashlight in his face.

As I saw the badge i though to myself -No he couldn't be a agent- "Get your flashlight out of my face i don't go for old guys." I shouted at him I took side steps around him but only a bit so he wouldn't see the girl i was hiding. I smiled at him "Cole. I answered your question, now its my turn why are you impersonating an FBI agent and i would like the full truth slender." I said the work slender to find out if hes here about the missing kids.

With my hand still on my knife hoping i wouldn't have to use already. It was starting to get dark outside -Dam we cant leave-

Slender? I thought, then I noticed he had one of his hands hidden behind his back. Shit, does this kid have a gun?I might be dressed like FBI, but I don't have any guns. I looked him up and down, trying to figure out if I could take him in a fight. I've got a couple inches on him, and I do have a combat knife in my boot. But if he really does have a gun none of that will matter.

"I think you've gone loony if you think I'm the slender man." I gave a crooked smile, and switched the flashlight off. "I'm here to investigating disappearances around this town. Now what are you doing? Looking for some urban legend?"

I stare at him -He knows slender-. I glare at him once and think to my self -If he knows about slender he better have a story for it-. I walk up to him slowly and i still don't break my eye contact with him. "So if your looking for him i could use you."
I now standing right in front of him I pull my knife open to his neck. "Know don't lie too me again. why are you looking for this. urban legend as you call it."

I looked at his face and see the shock from me pulling my knife, I smile. "I will make you a deal you tell me your story of slendey and then i will tel you mine."
I pull the knife away from his neck and walk over to abandoned seat and kick it over too him "There grandpa now tell me a story."
I looked back at the door to see if she was still there. Safe and sound good.

Nicholas D. Keller

I turned my head a little to look at the chair Cole kicked. And I gave a loud scoff. "Your're kidding, right?." I then looked over at the teenage boy. "You're fucking kidding, right? You want me to sit down and tell you my story like we're in group, fucking, therapy? After you put a goddamn knife to my throat?! Well, fuck you, asshole!" I yell, putting up my middle finger along with the 'fuck you, asshole'.

I turn around and walk toward my rental. "And you gotta work on your insults kid," I say, not looking back at him. "Calling me 'grandpa' when I'm in my twenties isn't exactly clever." I pop the door open, then glance over at the house.

"You can tell your girlfriend to come out, too." I said, then sit down, the door to the car still wide open.

*Beep*Beep*Beep*

I hear a ringing in my pocket, must be my cell phone. I answer with a 'Who's this?'

"It's me, bro!" I hear a familiar giggly voice.

"Oh, hey, Alex." I said, my normally ruff voice was replaced with a happier tone. "Why'd you call? Is something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to call you before I went to bed."

I looked at my watch to check the time, "It's a little early isn't it?"

"I know! But, Megan said that I should get ready for bed!" The little boy sounded furious.

"Well, she is kind of a bitch." I mumbled.

"Yeah, a bitch!" He repeated.

"Hey! Don't say something like that!" I yelled, "You're too young to say that!"

"Why? What does it mean?"

"Ugh... I'll tell you when you're older..." I mumbled again. "Just don't say that in front of Megan!"

"What do I get?" He asked.

"You extortionist!" I said, "Fine, what do you want?"

"I want Mommy to come home." He asked in the saddest voice I'd ever heard.

My breathing stopped for a second. I'd remembered why I was here. If I want to find our mother I'm going to have to work with others, even if that means working with assholes like that guy. "Yeah," I finally said, "I'll bring her home. Goodnight, buddy." I hung up and got out of my car and stared over at Cole.

"You wouldn't happen to be here at Alexandria's request would you, Cole?" I asked, the usual gruffness back in my voice.

"First I don't like so old guy thinking hes all that and next time Poppin fresh don't shout at me." I glare straight at him. "No i told her were she could find me i didn't tell her i would be here." I walk over to the door. I grasp him by his shirt and pull him in "Its not safe at night around here. If Americas next top modals around no wheres safe." I shut the door and lock "It best we wait till sun rises. So whats your story pops."

I sit on the ground and wait for a reply I stare at him

"The deals still open."

Alexandra

I realized I must have gone into a shock for awhile. I was all alone in the abandoned house when I heard some guy's voice, and I must have gone into a semi-unconscious state or something. There was a young guy with long hair and some guy who said he's from the FBI. Nobody was supposed to find me in here tonight. It surprised me that other people were in a place like this with me at the same time. But, listening to their dialogue, I realized neither of them were law enforcers. That gave me sense of relief.
"Okay, I don't know who you guys are or what you guys are doing at a place like this. I'm just here to do some private investigation right now. Just don't call the cops on me. Please." I said to them.

"Look Nancy Drew if one of us call the cops were all busted." I stared at her then moved my attention too the other man.
"So your not going too call the cops are you pops."

I Looked out the window as its was just darkness the street lamps must of been blown or something. "Look if were going too leave we have to leave now , you wont like it when he comes out to play and the dark is like his playground." I kept my focus on the window as a gust of wind blow threw the cracked window lowering the heat in the room to nothing. It was so cold "Hes this place always been this cold at nights like this?" I asked in a worried tone

Jenny Beaumont

I was finally off that atrocious plane, and almost to my hotel. I looked at Holly, in her little pink cat carrier, she yawned sleepily and I just couldn't help but giggle. As I got out of the taxi cab, and started around to the trunk for my luggage, I slipped my hand in my pocket and withdrew the number I had gotten online for a woman investigating the slender man in Gainsboro Hills. The cab driver insisted on helping with my luggage and I was by no means going to stop him I had to get Holly inside as it was and I also had a very important call to make, that I thought better not wait till later.
Once settled inside I sprang the carrier door open, but Holly paid no attention and decided to keep on dozing in the comport of her little powder pink den. I looked at the number for a minute before whispering to myself "This is it, I can feel it. I will prove that you weren't crazy uncle Jamie, I swear." . A teat rolls down my face and lands in my lap. I was very close to m uncle Jamie when I was little. Since he traveled all over the world, instead of having his own place back home, he just lived with me, mamma, daddy and my Haitian nanny, Laurette, in our old antebellum mansion. He use to bring me back all sorts of exotic gifts and teach me fun new games and songs in other languages... needless to say, his death was devastating to me.
I shook my head as if to fling all thought right out, and slid my phone open and vocally stated the number, the phone took but a moment to calculate what I had just said before it started dialing. The phone rang for a while before going to voice mail. "Hi Ms. Valliere, my name is Genevieve Beaumont, I found this number online. I wanted to talk to you about the disappearances going on in Gainsboro." I paused for a moment "I heard they were all-" my voice breaks when I really start thinking about it "children... you said you think this might have to do with the slender man legend? Well I would really like to talk to you further about this if you can give me a call, thanks, bye."
I slide my phone shut and move to the bed where I lie down and try not to think about how many kids have been taken or where they might be... or what might be happening to them right now. Finally after I feel Holly pounce up on the bed and curl up next to my arm i am able to fall into deep sleep.

Alexandra

"I'm not going to leave here until I finish what I came to do. I'm going to look around upstairs. I don't know what you guys are here to do but if you want to leave then so be it." I told them.
First, I opened the door to what looked like the master bedroom. There were dried blood stains on the bed sheets and the room was a mess. I didn't expect to find anything worth noting because the police had already scoured the place for evidences. I looked through the entire room looking for anything that might give me some clues as to how Zoric knows about Slender. How could a man who led a perfectly happy life suddenly commit a violent crime? He was a successful construction engineer and his neighbors described him as very friendly and laid-back.
I couldn't find anything notable in this room so I went into the study at the other end of the hallway.

I stared at her as she went room to room, i looked over too the other man. "Well isn't she very spunky, I am Cole whats your name."
I put my hand out too shake his. I turned my head too keep an eye on the girl searching the house like a mad woman hoping she would find what she was looking for and we all could leave and sort whatever we are out. -Whats with these chills the others aren't that cold. Why is it always me-.

Alexandra

I went to the study. There was a large desk in the center of a corner and several bookshelves full of books. There were a couple religious or mythological paintings on some of the walls. There was also a drawing board and what looked like blueprints for construction projects. I looked at some of the books on the bookshelves. There were books on demonology and mythology, which I thought were strange interests for a man who was a construction engineer. Opening one the drawers in his desk, I found a leather-bound book that looked like a journal of some sort. I decided to take it. I also took a couple of the books from the bookshelf and some of the blueprints from the drawing board. When I left, I saw the two guys still in the hallway.
"Thank you for not calling the cops or anything. I'm done looking around and I'm going to head back to my house. It is getting late. What are you guys doing here anyways? Ghost hunters or something? Yeah, there has been alot of rumors saying this house is haunted now. My names Alexandra by the way. It's a small town so I'm sure we'll bump into each other some time." I said as I walked towards my car.

When she said her name was Alexandra I stared at her " Your Alexandra. I was hoping for a better looking girl your to much of a pretty girl what happened you that made you so interested in slender man."
How could a girl like her be so interested in slender man he was a killed a kidnapper and a murder what could he have done too her.
"So want did you find and why we you so interested in it that you had too steal it." She didn't make it hard too find out that she took something
"I am Cole we need to talk together all of us main cause were all looking for the same creep maybe for different reasons. We need too meat up somewere in one of our places."

Alexandra

"Cole?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "You're the guy who responded to my web post? Wow, what a coincidence for us to meet at the same place and time. Why am I pursuing Slender? Well, it's kind of a long story and right now may not be best time. As you two already are well aware, this used to be the former residence of murder criminal, Samuel Zoric. One night he massacred his entire family. His incidence was a huge shock to our town because, well, nothing ever goes on in our town. Except for the innumerable mysterious disappearances of people in recent years. Now, during interviews, Zoric showed signs of dilusion,schizophrenia, and repeatedly mentioned "The faceless one", and the "Master", which prompted me to believe that he may have been referring to Slender. Zoric must have had something to do with Slender, which caused him great psychological distress and prompted him to commit a terrible act of crime. I personally visited Zoric in prison to try and get him to talk about why he did what he did, but he just spoke vague jibberish and gave me a cryptic puzzle of some sort on a piece of paper, which I was able to solve. When I had solved the puzzle, it said "He is always watching". Again, I believe Zoric was referring to Slender. I took his journal from his study because I believe it may lead me to some interesting clues."
I looked at the other guy, and assumed that he must indeed be Nicholas, who also showed interest to my online post.
"Listen guys, it's getting pretty cold and dark. We should continue the investigation tommorow. Lets head back home. Do you guys have a place to stay?"

"The master." I looked at her as she was speaking who was this master was he the one behind slender man or maybe something bigger. " Wait you met Zoric, well him helping us is kind of odd what would he get from giving you a hint too slender man most likely." Listening to her story sounded nothing like what he does, how he kills. " Yes i have a hotel booked. Can I have his journal first and i will give it too you tomorrow." I put my hand out waiting for the journal. "Please, i need too see if its the same type of journal my guardian has."

"Or i could go too your house or whatever and explain everything too you there i really don't mind each way."