slender man's woods

I stood there, looking at the Slender in shock.
This wasn't scary.
This wasn't amazing.
This wasn't a fairy tale dream come true, it was a nightmare.
It was creepy.
"You were [i]watching[i] me?!"
I raised my voice at this creature.
Who knows what he could've seen from me.
I want to know, but I don't ask.'
I don't want to hear anything gross, of just perverted.
"Yes, for many moons."
What is this guy?
Scottish?
Royal?
Frickien English foo foo guy?
Wierd.
No.
Odd.
No.
Gross.
"Look Slendy, its the 21st century. Stop talking all fancy."
I narrowed my eyebrows to look serious.
I couldn't tell what he was thinking of what emotion was there, but he spoke to me and said
"Your my slave now, understand? I give u the orders from now on."
Orders?
"What am I? A maid to you?"
"No," he responed cooly. "Your my sex slave."

He was holding out his hand, as if a guester, and I took it. In my surprise, he didn't do anything. He didn't harm me.
What?
The murder of my family...is doing nothing?
He looks behind us, we're there's at least 20 dead trees coverd ins snow, then looks back at me.
"O-oh, do u wanna go over there?"
I point to the area, and he nods.
We begin to slowly walk over to were Slender had looked and we were there faster than I'd though we'd be.
He looked at me, even though he had no eyes, and a mouth appeard, and spoke in an odd tone, "You...will warm me."
"Warm you?"
I almost sounded disgusted. What was he going on about?
"These winters are cold, and have little meaning."
Little meaning?
"Your family kept me from you, my dear," his long, bitter hand touched my cheek.
"I've been watching you, my dear, and now, your mine....
Forever"

That horrible feeling.
The feeling when u know your being watched.
"C'mon Sol, lets go."
I stood, slipping the straps of my backpack around my arms, still holding onto the belegd broodje, sandwich and half-empty water bottle.
"Emerald," he whined. "but I'm not finished!"
I look back st him with an annoyed look on my face.
"You can eat it while we're walking, lets go! Now!"
Sol could hear the pleading and the fear in my voice.
I wanted to leave.
I wanted to go home.
But I couldn't.
Sol had finished eating and stood up, his lught-tan skin some-what shining in the sun from his sweat.
He glances over at me, and puts on a cocky smile.
"You like what u see, sweetheart?"
Sweetheart?
"Since when am I your sweetheart?"
I give him a discusted look.
"If u think I'm in to you, think again."
After that, there was nothing but a long, awkward silence between us.
I hoped my Father knew that that was a lie.
To be continued...

Before I knew it, everyone was dead.
Everyone but me.
I was scared, no, terrified.
My hart-, hart pounded in my chest.
Mom, Dad, the other guy...were dead.
I was next.
I didn't know the Slender, of why he was this way. Why he did what he did.
"S-Slender...I know your out here. Just come on out and end it already!"
I had no idea what I'd just said.
I didn't want to die.
I didn't want this.
A cool breeze hit me, slapping my cheeks.
I knew were he was.
He was right behind me.
I turned around slowly, and froze.
I couldn't belive what I was seeing.
This was unreal.
This...was impossible.