The other night I had an extremely scary dream. It was about an urban legend called the Slenderman. The Slenderman is supposedly a man without a face. He is always seen wearing a suit. He abducts children, teenagers, and sometimes adults. The people who were kidnapped were never seen or heard from again. I had a dream about that thing!
My dream started like I had gone into one of my close friends house to take her hunting for the Slenderman. It was at night. We took flashlights with us even though the night was well light by the moon. We went to a park near my house. We were hunting for him for a few minutes when we decided to take a break. It was a nice day and a warm night so we biked around. When we took the break, we walked over to the small cooler in the basket mounted on the front of my friend’s bike. I pulled out two waters, gave her one, and opened the other. I had just finished my water when we brushed over the Slenderman with our flashlights.
The moon did light the night well, but it was not quite enough to see this, thing. I instantly pointed my flashlight there, but it was too late, the Slenderman had gone somewhere else. I said “He’s either not interested in us, or coming closer to claim his next victims.” he were walking around shining our flashlights around cautiously when I found him again. The moment I saw him, the flashlight locked on him. I had caught him. I quickly reached for my cell phone and took a picture. I wasn’t sure if anyone would believe me that the picture was real, but I had to try.
I reached for my knife because he was moving forward, it was slow, but I realized I was under the effect other people had when this close to the Slenderman. I quickly shook it off. I ran forward and slashed with my knife. I managed to strike his arm with a large amount of force. A white glowing crack appeared on his arm. He ran to do something else. I somehow knew he would back down the moment I was a threat to him. My friend and I were looking around to see if he was still around when we decided to bike back to her house.
I had always liked to hang out with her at her house. It was nice to talk to one of my old friends. We decided to talk to each other on the back porch. we walked out and turned the light on and there was the Slenderman. If he had a face, it would be beaming with anger. The long white crack was still on his arm. I knew we would have to fight with him to the death and hope that he would lose. I tried to sound brave saying “Tonight, you will no longer be able to take people. I will stop you, I know I can win. I know you will lose, but I need to actually do it in order to prove myself.” I had a speech, and I had no idea I was rambling on until my friend was tearing up. She started clapping, but the Slenderman was walking away because he was so bored of my speech.
He must have finally realized I was done because he turned around so quickly that if he had kept it up you wouldn’t even notice he didn’t have a face. I looked at him where his eyes were supposed to be and said “Let’s finish this.” He went toward me. this time, he was extremely fast. I managed to pull my knife out for a second time that night. I slashed at his other arm. Another white crack appeared, but this time there was a hole in his arm. He looked down at it and back up to me. He quickly came at me a second time. I stroke down with my knife. it slammed in the perfect center of his knee. Cracks covered his leg and my friend cringed at how much it must have hurt. He gripped his leg and looked at me. I knew he was in pain. In fact, I almost felt sorry for him.
He fell over, grasping his leg as hard as he could. I let him have a moment before we returned to battle. “He had never been hurt before and this is how much he gets hurt now?”, I thought. The porch light went out. I couldn’t see him well enough to strike. he was coming closer and closer. Somehow, my friend had gotten a new lightbulb and replaced the old one in the nick of time. I now saw him well enough to use my knife. I gripped it and stroke at where his face should have been as I kicked my right leg. I heard cracking on his other leg and a couple chunks fell from his head. he backed up in shock.
He looked at my friend. She said “If looks could kill.” I would have laughed had we not been in these conditions. He ran forward and almost killed my friend. I lunged in front of him and drove my knife as hard as I could into the center of his chest and he shattered into a million pieces. I looked down at my knife which somehow now looked like new. I looked down at the pieces of Slenderman. No. Where the pieces would have been. They disappeared as soon as they hit the ground. I felt my heart beating as fast as it ever had. I barely worked out a sentence “Not today, not on my watch.” Those were apparently the magic words for me to unfreeze. As I retracted the blade on my knife I heard a sigh of relief from the both of us.
Later on I had a vision in my dream where the Slenderman was off in the distance. At an extremely high speed, he seemed to slide up to my face somehow saying “This isn’t the end. That was the final straw. I woke up from this dream in a cold sweat. This is the scariest dream I’ve ever had.