It's been 5 months since this all started. Almost 6 now. I have a few more things to say before I tell you my story. Since my story wouldn't make much since without it, I'll tell you what I currently do: I'm a Freshman in high school. Some of you will stop reading there, but many (if not most) of the people in the same situation are in high school. I also apologize for the eyesore that is my last post, I was half-asleep while typing it and in a hurry. Hopefully, this one will be better. And lastly, a final warning. Stop reading now if you have no idea of what my situation is. You'll save yourself a lot of trouble, it's how I got tangled up in this.
I'm assuming that if you're still here it's because of one of the following: You're curious, a fool, in the same situation as me, or maybe a mixture of those. Irregardless, my story starts just last summer, in July. I was home alone, and had to watch my sister's dog. It was a warm morning, so I sat outside while he took care of 'business.' All of a sudden, it got quiet. (Note that I live in the country. My house is surrounded by trees, and there are trees on the other side of the street.) By quiet, I mean that the woods got quiet. In the summer, there's always a bird chirping. I looked at the dog, he was frozen in place, staring across the street. I felt as if I was being watched, a cold chill covered my body (a chill I feel every time I think of that thing). I followed the dog's gaze, and I saw a tall man. Faceless, about 7 or more feet tall, with a dark suit on. I had heard of the myth, I believed that it was only a myth, but I was proven wrong. He has many names, one of them is the one tied to his myth: Slender Man. I stared at it for a while, it stared back. Then it tilted it's head to the side, as if it was curious about me. I eventually, grabbed the dog and ran inside. I looked out the window, and it was gone. I convinced myself that it was the reflection of the sun on the trees, leaves, and bushes. Even though, the woods was south of my house, and the sun was east. That was the first encounter
The second was a dream, only a week after the first. I was running, constantly from place to place, alone. I then came home. There was a room next to my bed (it's not there in real life) inside was everything I have ever wanted. I was about to fall asleep when, guess what, the closet door on the opposite wall opened. Inside was a familiar figure. It jumped (or glided, flew, floated, something) out of the closet to me. I only remember pain after that. That wasn't the worst part. I woke up. It was about 1 A.M. The bed is on the west side of the room, the window on the south (about 5 feet away), the door was on the east side (about 15-20 feet away). I woke up with one pillow on the floor next to the bed, the other at the window, and my blanket at the door. That wasn't it: I was laying on the bed as if I just landed or collapsed there. I've never sleepwalked before in my life.
Then I saw it in the same spot as the first time. A few days after the dream. It was early evening, so the sun was on the west of the woods. It was the same spot, it tilted it's head the same way.
Since then, I've seen it on and off. It only watches, though. It hasn't been very close (with the exclusion of the dream). I don't know what to do. M from the Tutorial would tell me to run. I can't, because I know my family would find out what happened, and then look for me. They'll find out eventually, but if I run, they'll find out sooner. I only hope they don't know.
I'll post again this Friday, with my thoughts about 'sides.'