Alright, everyone listen and listen close because everything that is about to be typed is extremely confidential. If the government were to find this, they would kill me.
No joke, either... You know how there's a rumor going around the internet that the Slenderman was just created because of a good story to write on the internet? Well, I know I'm going to be called crazy for saying all of this, but. I guess I'll start from the beginning.
If you are closed minded, then this story will mean nothing to you. This tells some secret information, so if you want to stay safe I highly recommend you don't read. I'm being serious. You don't believe me? Fine, read it. Don't read if you are reading for scares and chills... Alright, you may begin.
About (I'll say) a year ago, I used to be anti-Slenderman all around. I would post information, read documents, try to find out everything about him. That is until that one day. I was sitting in my mom's room with my younger brother (which name I'm keeping secret for protective reasons) and we started to hear noises and... footsteps... from outside! They started to walk closer and closer to the window, and before I know it, I looked at the window to find the silhouette of a tall man just... standing there!
By that point, I thought that I was fucked. I quickly ran out of the room and looked at the outside of the house to investigate after he had not come after me in 5 minutes, but he had fled... I never really saw him that much afterwards, but this is where the story gets fucked up.
Fast forward 4 months, and I had convinced myself that what I saw didn't exist and that the Slenderman was an element of pure fiction. I even stopped reading his stories and acknowledging his existence. When a friend of my older brother's moved into the house, I didn't talk to him for the first couple of weeks. Until I did... I walked up to him one day and asked him if he had gone through any strange paranormal happenings in his life or childhood. He froze at the thought and just talked about another subject. I asked him the same when, this time, everyone in the house was sleeping.
"Take a seat," he told me.
I wanted to listen, so I did.
"Do you know a figure called the Slenderman," he asked me.
Now my eyes froze at the thought. Now I know why.
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
Long story turned short, he saw the Slenderman when he was 9 years old. But that, is seriously the least of my worries. I then, afterwards, told him my story. He understood my situation, and we both talked throughout the night about government conspiracies. Let's just say, if what I'm thinking about comes through and succeeds, then we will live in an entirely free world. And if anyone is going to remove this because of me saying that, then I'm giving up on the internet, this is the part of the story that there is a little bit of a... twist.
Do you know what the government does? Do you know what the Illuminati is capable of? Well, I don't want to tell you too much... But, if you want to know what my point is then listen up. I DO know their plans, I do know what they're capable of, and if you listen to me then we can beat this... But before I tell you any more, I need to know if you are completely open minded and ready for what I['m about to tell you? If you answered no, quit reading. There would be NO point to you. But, if you answered yes, keep on reading.
A couple of weeks ago, during the night, I woke up in the middle of the night because of a wispy voice talking to directly me. I had made a plan before this, keep that in mind, but I'll explain later. The next day is where I saw a replica for the first time ever. What's a replica, you ask? Have you ever played the game FEAR? What if I were to tell you that everything, besides the paranormal shit, that happens in that game is real? The game itself was created as a coverup... Replicas are, in short terms, super soldiers that can cloak themselves. They come to houses regularly, hell, even yours... But my house, no matter what night it is, is always crawling with the replica super soldiers. I'm starting that I'm a dead man, but here's the thing.
If you are part of a militia group, welcome aboard. I know I may seem stupid for talking about all of this, but it's best to spread the word about the plan. The story is not for entertainment purposes. I will give more details about this to whoever's interested... But for now, here's the plan.
My plan all along was to communicate with the Slenderman to help us stop those government bastards. And I'm starting to think that he listened to me, because that wispy voice was him. It said that he wanted to help us and he wanted to stop what's going on. He still talks to me, and if you don't believe me then you need to leave. I've just got to plan it out, you know, how it's going to be performed. And if it weren't for him, I would be either dead or captured by government agents.
This has been a project for a long time, but I need your help. If you join our army, YOU can help stop terrible forces that will invade YOUR home... Are you with us, or are you against us? Take your pick.