Arthur Evergreene
A blur of brown flew past him to his left as he ran. He didn't want to look back, but he knew he had to. He turned around. No one was there. What the crap? Where was he? he wondered as he stopped running and began to walk. He had five pages in his possesion. Where were the last three?
"Stupid friends," he muttered under his breath as a cold shiver went down his spine. The wind was picking up a bit. It was breaking through his jacket. He shrugged his shoulders and kept marching on, turning around every once in a while to gaze into the trees, looking for that thing. But he didn't appear. And it was that suspense that was really scaring him. He looked down at his flashlight. The battery life was running lower and lower. Soon, it would be gone and he'd have to wonder in the dark. And he didn't like that idea.
"Aha!" he cried as he saw something else unusual. It was a long pipe. Another cold shiver went down his spine as he entered the pipe tunnel. He could see the exit at the other end. His previous relief turned into one of terror as he realized that it was usually in the tunnels that the scary things happened. He rubbed his eyes and pointed his flashlight around the tunnel. A flash of white entered the beam. It was another piece of paper! He ran up to it. This time, it said. "Don't look or it takes you." A shiver went down his spine as he took the page and felt the tension build up. Only two more to go. He pointed the flashlight where he just was, spotting nothing. He drew another breath before turning to the exit of the tunnel. All he saw was a man in a suit with a white, blank face. He screamed as his vision began to look fuzzy, staticy, like a TV screen. He wanted to run but he couldn't. He was transfixed on that blank face as it stood there, his arms reaching out to grab him. "It's over..."
He cried out as he leapt out of bed. Panting hard, he scanned the room. No slenderman here. He drew a sigh of relief, then tensed up as he heard someone running up the stairs. A face of a springer spaniel peered through the crack of the door, whining. Smiling, he opened his door wider as Lucky pounced on him, licking his face. Laughing, he got up and began to pet him. "How you doing today, Lucky?" his breathing slowed down. He was drenched in sweat. He grabbed some clothes, then took a shower. All the while, he was thinking of Slenderman. Ever since his friends told him about the thing, he became obsessed. He did his research and studied the Slenderman closely. But the more he knew about the Slenderman, the more nightmares like that ocurred. Finally, it came to a nightmore every night. He dreaded sleep. He felt sick every day. He would occasionally go into coughing fits. Sometimes, he forgot anything he previously did. Randomly, he'd draw a circle with an X through it. He kept everything related to Slenderman inside a journal he called the Slenderman Files. Hopefully, someday, it'd help him unlock the secrets of Slenderman and it's weaknesses. All he needed were some ways to beat Slenderman and he would be free of him. He could relax. Until then, Slenderman would haunt him to eternity. Done with his shower, he put on his clothes and looked outside. It was already becoming dark. How long had he slept? He felt like a walk, so he called Lucky and went outside.
Coppergrain may be small, but it sure was as lively as any Las Vegas night tonight. Kids were dragging adults to the fair near the forest that was taking place. He put on a smile and went out to the fair. All I need to do is relax, he thought, to enjoy the fair. He passed a couple of people talking, but he took no notice. Unfortunately, Lucky did and decided to come up and say hello. Lucky went to the girl first, sniffing at her palm before going to the guy and sniffing at his feet. "Lucky no!" he called out and ran towards them.
((OOC: Pretty long into, lol. Good luck reading that!))