Have You Ever Heard of The Slender Man?

Have you ever heard of The Slender Man?

He is a man of many mysteries.

He is a dark creature who lives in the forests of the old.

He is very, very tall, even taller than the tallest trees.

He does not have a face…

But they say if you are close enough, you can see him smiling at you with razor-sharp teeth.

He has many long scary arms…

And long branch-like tentacles on his back that he can bring out at will.

He dresses up in a black suit and tie, like a businessman, but he will not offer anything for you to buy.

He lurks within the shadows of the trees…

And can be in many places at once.

He will follow you around secretly, especially when you are alone…

And will try to catch you when he has the chance.

He will watch you from outside your windows…

He will hide in your bedroom and loom over your bed…

And no matter how fast you run or how quick you hide…

He will find you in the darkest of places.

He will take you, whether you are big or small…

But he particularly likes little children.

He will whisper things into their little ears…

And be their bestest friends.

He will give them anything their hearts desire…

And offer them a hand of undivided attention.

He will make them feel safe…

Until it is time to take them away.

Nobody knows what he does to the little children he takes…

But once you see this sign, be sure to know you will never see them again.

You can try to bar him out of your house…

Lock your doors and throw away the keys…

Sleep during the day…

And stay up all night…

But he will still find a way to get you, no matter how you try.

So have you still not heard of The Slender Man?

You should…

Because he has heard of YOU!!!

A scary story for my niece and nephews :)

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