Long Ago

     Long ago I wasn't afraid of much. Now I'm afraid of every shadow, every crunch of dry leaves.
     I've been gone for a long time because I've been running. trying to hide. But I can't. I've been seeing Him and I can't deny it. When I'm not in class at college, I'm locked up in my house. I stay in my room unless I absolutely need something. All of my blinds are shut but I still feel like He is out there. He probably is. But it makes me feel a little less scared if I can't see. I suppose I'm a lot like the child that is afraid; she covers her eyes, but that doesn't make the monsters go away, not if they're real.
     I saw Him, the "Slenderman," for the first time at my college. I was eating lunch in our cafeteria, which one of the walls is glass so students can see outside, and there He was. He was relatively far away, about 50 feet I would say and nearly covered by the trees we have next to our library. I felt like he was staring at me with that faceless face of His. I nearly screamed but I just inhaled sharply, I stared back at Him for what seemed like hours, but when I blinked He was gone.
     But I'm still alive, in case anyone is wondering. I've been keeping up with the youtube accounts of the other poor souls that are having to go through this hell. I feel so helpless without the means to record myself as the others are doing. Something about knowing He is actually there is comforting in a way. It would mean I'm not seeing things. Or maybe I feel like I could contribute more by having a video recorder, as it would be further solid proof of Him.

I suppose I will go back to youtube to see if there is anything else I can learn.
It was my choice to start watching the "Slenderman" videos, and now I can't turn back.

-Anna.