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~The Next Morning~    Rose woke up in a bed, but not her bed. She looked around, keeping her body still, she found that she was in a different room, no, house. She looked towards the door as it opened and Tim walked through the door, seeming concerned. “Rose? Are you feeling alright?” He said while cautiously peeling the gauze off her meticulously stitched wound. Rose looked down at her stomach and smiled, “Another scar to add to my list… Also inflicted by my father…” She smiled up at Tim, who was rewrapping her wound. Rose whispered softly, looking up at the brown haired teen, “Thank you Tim…&

    After she had finished sobbing, Rose began walking back to her home, Tim following close behind; she looked back and smiled at Tim before putting her mask back on. As they left the woods, Rose saw her father murdering some woman on a bench and then leaving the scene, the woman’s’ entrails set aflame; from the woman’s burning body and the sight of her father, Rose remembered the brutal beatings and burnings from her father that had left her pale and scarred.    She sighed because she knew her father, Jeff, had gotten drunk sometime during the day and now had an enormous thirst for blood, wanting to protect Tim, Rose tur

…After School…   Rose walked into a small clearing in the forest to find Tim talking to Hoody in excited tones. Rose smiled and ran to Tim & tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey Tim!” Rose said, smiling happily. Tim turned around and smiled at her, “Hey Rose, This is… well… We call him Hoody… And Rose, there is something you should know about me…” Rose looked puzzled behind her mask, “What do you mean?” Rose took off her mask and looked at him, the cuts in her face now just large, healed scars.    Tim looked at her and smiled slightly, looking into her eyes, he said, &

   Tim walked to the apartments looking for his target, a sixteen year old girl. He had a weird feeling about tonight, but he shook the feeling off, although it was useless, as it came back almost immediately. Feeling peculiar, he climbed in through the target’s window to hear soft sobs coming from the bathroom. As he approached the door to the bathroom, he heard the sound of cloth against skin. When the human female walked out of the bathroom, he saw a mask loosely covering her face and blood dripping down her wrists, dripping off her fingertips and onto the floor.     After the girl stood in place swaying back and forth, she fell in

   Slenderman is known to some as “The Faceless Entity”. To my good friend, who we will know as “Tim”, Slenderman was known as what you would refer to as a merciless slave driver,  a blood-thirsty manager, or as simply as Boss. Tim didn’t have what you would call a “normal” occupation; to put it bluntly, he was a murderer. You’ll discover why I used the past tense. Thus begins his story. The day started out like any other for Tim, the usual meetings with Slendy & Hoody, the normal attitude of everyone around him and his ‘no emotions’ pill was working just fine; until it wore o

Death to my heart... ~(Part One)~ It was the night of my first blind date that my best friend, Sarah, had set up. She told me to go to this really gothic looking place and wait for my date; I asked her what I should wear, she said something red or scarlet. I nodded and went to get ready for my date. At exactly Six O'clock, she was there to pick me up. It took about fifteen minutes to get to the location where I was to be picked up, so Sarah dropped me there and I went into the shop to wait for my mystery man. About half an hour later, someone walked in the door of the shop, went to the sales girl, and she pointed towards me, saying somethi

 After she had finished crying, Rose started walking home, Tim following close behind, She looked back and smiled at Tim before putting her mask back on. As they left the woods, Rose saw her father murdering some woman on a bench and Then leaving the scene, the woman’s’ entrails set aflame. From the woman’s burning body and the sight of her father, Rose remembered the beatings and burnings from her father that had left her pale and scarred. She sighed because she knew her father, Jeff, had gotten drunk sometime during the day and now had an enormous thirst for blood, wanting to protect Tim, Rose turned to him and said, “D

 Rose walked into a small clearing in the forest to find Tim talking to Hoody in excited tones. Rose smiled and ran to Tim & tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey Tim!” Rose said, smiling happily. Tim turned around and smiled at her, “Hey Rose, This is… well… We call him Hoody… And Rose, there is something you should know about me…” Rose looked puzzled behind her mask, “What do you mean?” Rose took off her mask and looked at him, the cuts in her face now just mere scars. Tim looked at her and smiled slightly, looking into her eyes, he said, “Rose… I work for Slenderman… My alternat

~ Character Descriptions ~ Rose M. Thorne, a girl that looked strange from the outside, was an outcast in her own home and neighborhood. Although she was an outcast, she had a heart of gold, despite her looks, music tastes, and appearance. She usually wore black or grey skinny jeans, a black V-neck T-shirt, black high-tops, and a grey beanie. Her life consisted of being beaten by her father because he thought that it was her fault that her mother was dead. Her mother died of blood loss soon after Rose was born. Rose has scars all across her back from the beatings given to her by her father through her sixteen years of life. Rose wore a mask