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Tall, Thin, and Faceless By Globulous Walls. White walls. White padded walls. Day in. Day our. White padded walls. Let me tell you why I see these white padded walls day in and day out. the list goes on. I was a normal, working class man, living the American dream. I had a wife. I had two children. My income was high and my debt was low. I had it all. Then things My wife and I had always wanted to go to the British Isles, but for the longest time, the money wasn't there. It took seven years and two promotions before we could preparation, we were on a plane flying over the Atlantic Ocean. Just me and her. No n the essentials and took a cab into the rural side of England. This is where things started g. Not the whole world is coming to end' wrong, but it sure felt like it. We paying for it and and white. Mid 50s. It was a very tall and very slim suited man standing on a grassy plain. His face appeared to be smudged out. It was old. I didn't think much of it. Even an odd vibe. It felt almost.. Menacing. I inquired about the photo but the old man refased to talk about it. That my mental fire Days upon days had passed, and my wife and I took in every sight, every castle, every grassy k Part of us wanted to stay, but we were exhausted. There was no way we could spened any longer there. Our flight back home was vague as we were both asleep most of the time; the drive back home was hazy. We just wanted to relax. As I pulled into the I saw the picture inside the tailor's home. It was of dread and curiosity. I didn't want to continue but my mind forced me to. I stepped out of my car and when right hand and found myself able to force myself up. I must be more tired than grassy plain without a face, an identity. No matter how hard I tried, his face never focused It was the but went on until I had been abruptly woken up by the sound of a smashing of a lamp I raced down the two flights of stairs leading from the bedroom to the living Armed only with felt a slight blow of wind from behind me, like a person running past. I shot up faster than a startled cat. I spun around to see what or who that was. My eyes had still not the lamp to inch off the table. Regardless, I was tired and I sorely wanted to get some dreams. He was a bit curious though. He only ever seemed to eautiously hide behind trees. Only in the or Wat It didn't take long to force myself awake. looked to my left. 10:46 AM. my kids' eyes glued to the screen but then I realized that they were at their Grandma's house. They were due back that day. I was going to miss the quiet. It was alright I of very weak and hollow The lamp. It wasn't broken. But it wasn't brand new either. Someone took the pieces and shoddily glued them back together. And the glue wasn't glue. It was black and woald have 1awas startigore, ao wife needed to wake up omthing and such. She just rolled her eyes I think they do it morning, 1 managed to force myself to look out into th was very calm. Nothing out of the ordinary. It wasnt completely dark so it didn't look particular. Suddenly, I saw a light out of the corner of my eye that caused me to nearly jump out of my skin. It was just the kids getting dropped off. I swear I was thinking too much into this. I couldin't keep my nerves steady half the time Hours passed. We played with the children. We put them to bed. We relaxed orn eyes. It wasn't long before the quiet was broken and my wife and I were woken up. A Our eldest son, scared out of his mind said it came from his brother's room. Without into the pitch black room. And there he was. The man from my dreams. The slender Having seen him, I acted without even were thrown. Long black tendrils whipped all around. The last thing I remember was being held tightly above the ground and thrown against a wall. Thats when I blacked out. When I came to, my wife was in tears. I had three cracked ribs. My son was gone. The slender man had my son and there was nothing I could do. But I knew he was going to come back, and that was when I would get him. The rest of the day was full of emotion. My wife could hardly stop crying. My a constant state of shock. I could barely think straight. I to call the police. I told them my son had been abducted by a man in a long black suit. I kept the detail of the tendrils to myself in fear they wouldn't believe me. But that was the least of my worries. I needed to figure out when he would return The police showed up and took each of our statements. They examined my son's room. They did a quick soour of the forest outside. It seemed not a single piece of evidence was found. They began to leave when something hanging from a very high up branch caught their eye. It was a piece door, what thedly ound wy showed thointed ths my now tattered suit was my son. Completely drenched in blood. He didnt look conscious. Both myself and the When 1 came to, was in an unfamiliar place. Grey painted walls. Small bland table Great, was i interrogation room. I sat there, alone for the good part of an hour before actual human life entered the room with me. Now, my memory is a bit hary at this point so I'll try to you and your family. I'm not fully guilty but the evidence leans towards it. A farther investigation must be held. You will be brought back home but you will be under I was driven home in the back of a police craiser. Last time I was there was in high school when vandalism was the cool thing to do, I was welcomed with open arms from my still sobbing wife and my emotionless son. Going back wasnt easy, Thankfully, we didn't have to stay very long. The police explained that we were going my eye. It was a late son drew. all faceless man in a black suit. I made sure no one was around to see me stuff the The hotel was what you would nonmally expect. Simple wallpaper. Two twin beds, One TV. Cheap flowery design on everything else. It would have to do since we were stuck there. We settled in, placing our stuff and lying down. I, on the other hand went into the bathroom, the only place I knew was private.I locked the door and took the picture out of my pocket. I scoured the page for clues but to no avail. All that was that unnerved me the most was the fact that the slender man had mo face. No identity. The night was rough but I still managed to sleep. Not a single dream with the slender man either. Then a banging came from the door. Being half asleep the whole time, it scared the s--- out of me. I turned to my right. 5:14 AM. Hends were going to oll. I dragged myself out of bed and very slowly opened t He said my son missing. Nothing clicked. It took me a good minute to wake up and grasp reality again. My son was missing again. Snatched right from the hospital. But this time, I I had to get back to the forest. I had to find the remains of my suit. It was the only way to stop the slender man. But I knew it wasn't going to be easy. I had asked the police officer if he could drive me hack to my house as I had forgotten something. passenger seat. The ride there was quiet. I tried to get some sleep. He didn't start any entered the house through the front door and quickly escaped out the back and headed for the forest. It was still very dark out so traversing the heavily wooded area was not easy. The only light that came through was that of the moon. So I walked, almost blind, hoping to find some scrap of my suit. It seemed to be impossible until amidst the I saw a scrap of paper. The white of it stood out like a sore down to pick it up and when I turned it around, what I saw completely hoerified me. It was another drawing by my son, with both him and the slender man. But this one was diffcrent. There were three other people. A boy the same height as him, an older looking girl, and another boy as big as the girl. Then it dawned on me. It was us. My family. My son drew us in with the slender man、Then from behind me. I heard slender man. Then I saw a beam of light It was the police officer. I ran up to him and me was that there was nothing he could do. He said I should go back to the car and we and I g back, I didn't want to. 1 gave into the police officer's a fair sized stone and brought it down upon his head. He staggered a bit and fell to the ground. I took the car keys off of him and ran towards the car. It was still dark. I needed to get back I screeched to an immediate halt in the hotel parking lot and ran towards the trying to prevent. Amidst all the blood that painted the room were three bodies making a circle around the slender man. He turned and looked at me. His hollow, non- stared deep into r body. It was like he was making me feel he ever had. And with an outstretched hand, he said only one thing. One thing that would and be burned into the back of my mind forever into the parking lot and watched them get out. Using car doors as shields with their guns aimed at me, I raised my hands above my head. I slowly looked behind myself to He killed my family. My life same. And yet r going to see him again. I would never be able to exact re Everything up until the white padded walls isn't exactly clear to me. I've been told that after they saw me at the hotel with my DNA on the suit, I was made the The white padded walls. The same white padded waills I see all day, every day write and draw. I write out the enotions that the slender man felt. I draw the things he Sometimes I feel like I have become him. Like we were the same being. That day,I

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