Kara Lyons's Story

Alex sat at a table in his apartment with the people he had been forced to find and gather himself around him, either sat on one of his sofas, with him at the table or pacing backwards and forwards. They were all on edge because of an extremely unfortunate turn of events. The 'Slenderman' was real, they had found out the hard way, one way or another they had encountered him. Alex himself had found out about him from watching Marble Hornets. Stupidly he had researched, the worst mistake he could have made. Knowing as much as he did Alex had come to a conclusion that there was safety in numbers.

It was strange how he had found out about the others, how come they all lived in the same town and found out about the myth all at pretty much the same time? He wanted answers. In front of him on the table were five printed pieces of paper, each with a picture of each person around him. With what looked like a Biro pen Xs had been furiously scratched on over each persons eyes and in scruffy scribbled handwriting what seemed like a nickname had been given to each person. Alex was "The Liar", Kara was "The Hopeless", Elliot was "The Insecure" and Spencer was "The Reckless". There was somebody else dubbed "The Pathetic" but he was nowhere to be found. Alex spread the pieces of paper out to each person, gesturing for them to grab their own picture.

"This is how I found out about you all, I didn't know what it meant at first, so I took a guess and tried to find you all. Luckily I caught up with you and here you are, now I'm going to take a guess and say you all know what this is about. You all know me as Alex, I'm in the same race as you guys and I figure if we want to get out alive we stick together. If you feel like this isn't for you, please feel free to leave, I'm not holding anyone here forcefully." He swallowed and hoped nobody would leave, he really felt like this nightmare could be fought, only if everyone stuck together. "Now I truly believe we can fight this thing and win. I just need to know that we can work together, safety in numbers right?"

He looked at his own picture, he stared at it, a hatred growing inside him all the time, an operator symbol had already been scribbled on the paper and he eyed it. Everything on the internet said the creature couldn't be fought, he hoped that was just part of the fiction. If they were going to live through this they needed to be able to hurt the creature, if they can make it hard for it surely it would just either give up or die. Turning away from the paper on the table he checked his phone, it was 07:57 PM and the sun was retreating, no longer providing sunlight to shine through his windows. The night always made him edgy.