I brushed my fingertips against the bark of the tree, the texture only spiking my senses. Chills ran down my spine, the hairs on the back of my neck bristling gently against my pale skin. A small swallow from myself was heard, and that’s all. Silence. The silence was loud, so loud. It was louder than the sound of the blaring television I watched through my neighbors window only a few hours ago. A few hours ago, I wouldn’t ever believe I was here, here in the dark and twisted place, called Black Forest.
I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead against the birch wood bark. Four children's corpses had been found, tossed over the chainlink fence, and the only damage done was any from the toss. No cuts or bruises, or any sign of damage done. It just so happens these four children were my siblings. Seeing as my family name was candy to this serial killer who lived in the forest, I had volunteered to go into the forest, with a camera and a flashlight. I wanted this person dead, and if I was the only person, I would do anything to have vengeance.
I opened my eyes again after a moment, and I began to walk. Leaves crunched under my feet, providing another rhythmic sound to match my pounding heart. Nothing too interesting passed out under my sight. I looked back every now and then, behind trees and around on the ground for any trace of footprints. Nothing. It was bare, bare and rather lifeless. I wasn’t going to give up, though my disappointment told me to go back.
I came to a halt in front of a building. It was made of a tan and orange colored brick. “How odd.” I whispered, taking a first few steps in. Two passageways greeted me, and I to ok the one on the left. It was white tile, and a hanging light flickered a few moments before shutting off. I continued to explore, and I went into one of the stalls. ‘So this was a bathroom.’ I thought to myself, but it was clear it hadn’t been used in a while. Dirt was wiped on the wall, in no particular shape, just streak marks, like a rainbow, but it was straight instead of an arch. I decided to check the next stall over. I backed out, and I pulled on the second one’s door.
It was locked. “How peculiar.” I said, and I got on my hands and knees. I pushed my flashlight through, and then I managed to pull myself in. When I stood up, a note was on the wall, face to face with it, I was. I pulled it off the wall and swallowed, looking at it. “Always watches. No eyes.” I read aloud, and I heard a small static of the camera. Quickly and panically I turned off the flashlight, and stood on the toilet so my feet didn’t show under the stalls, and I ducked. I hushed my breathing, pushing the material of my jacket against my mouth. I watched the floor outside the stall for anything. And that’s when I saw it.
They were feet, of course, but they paused in front of my stall. I bit hard on my tongue, and I peeked through the small slit of the door to see who it was. Only, it wasn’t a who. It was an it. There was no face, only a blank piece of paper, covering what was a face. There were details of nose, and a more shallow dent where the eyes would be. No mouth, only white, expressionless. And he was ‘looking’ right at me. Every hair on my body wanted me to hit this, this thing. But instead, I backed up, curling myself into the corner of the stall and shutting my eyes tightly, and counting to ten. I was too afraid to open them again.
My heart pounded in my ears, and I felt sick. The static sound of the camera slowly faded away, and that’s when I opened my eyes. I was still there, in that disgusting bathroom stall, but that thing was gone. I shakily stood up, and I busted the lock on the bathroom and pushed it open.
I needed to get out. I stuffed the paper into my pocket, and I went back out, clicking on my flashlight. The fresh air soothed me at least a little bit. It was chilling, and refreshing compared to the vomit-smelling bathroom. I started to walk, and as I walked, I began to think. How many notes where there? If I found them all, would this thing leave and disappear?
I don’t know how long I was walking until I stumbled upon a rock formation. It was made of four boulders, each the same size and shape. I ran my fingertips over the rocks, and I peered in between the four. There was a note, the name tattered paper color. I reached my arm in, pushing forward. I exhaled and wiggled through just a little father, and ripped down the note. I began trying to pull back, when my camera started to static.
I pulled hard on my arm, frantically, pulling harder and harder and more desperate. I finally ripped off my jacket, pulling the arm of it back to not be as loose, and I pulled my arm out. The rocks cut the skin, and the dark blood coated the corner. I abandoned my jacket, and I ran, the note crumbled in my hand. I ran forward, past all the trees. My arm stung, and it stained my white shirt and jeans with the color.
I came to a rest at a orange truck. It was a rusty color, a pickup truck. One of the windows was broken, and I walked around the truck to inspect every corner. Slowly I gained my confidence to look inside the truck window. It was empty, without any trace of blood or dent, but it was definitely wrecked. Ransacked, even, the leather torn to pure shreds of that white cotton stuff that’s in those old trucks. I hopped down from the small truck step and looked around nervously.
It was hard to tell what exactly where this man or creature was, because the trees were as tall and pale as the thing itself. It was nerve racking, my heart pounding in my chest, and I swore it echoed in the silence. The crickets gave a little bit of noise, and only slightly did it calm myself down. I decided to check in the back of the truck, and as I did, I found the third note. It was a little more crumbled than the last two, but it was still intact and readable.
I sat down on the ground, and pulled out the notes that I’d collected so far. I read them to myself. The first one, said ‘Always Watching... No Eyes.’ It had a drawing of a faceless man, and where the eyes should have been, there were X’s. Big black scary looking X’s. I swallowed, and put that to my side, picking up the next note, the one I had collected in the four rock formation.
The writing was a little messier on this one, like it was in a hurry. It said, “Leave me alone!” The last one said “No no no no no no no” with little ink blots on the page. I folded the three nicely, as nicely as I could anyways besides the crumples, and pushed them into my pocket. I stood up again, brushing my hair back with my shaky fingers, and began to walk. I tried to maintain confidence as I walked, though I knew it showed nothing against whatever this creature was that lurked in this Black Forest.
I walked passed the bathroom again, but I didn’t dare to look in. I was afraid of what I would find, or if something would jump out at me and make me empty my bladder into my jeans. I continued to tell myself to walk forward, to not look around or behind. It always seemed to bring him up. The crickets had stopped their rhythmic chirp, leaving me in the eerie silence.
I came to rest at a farm of rusty gasoline tanks. They were dripping and bare, standing solemnly in the midnight. There were seven rows and 5 columns, each with the same rust spots. I looked for the note, and something told me one was here, in this gasoline farm. Just a sense, I suppose. But sure enough I found what I was looking for. This one said, “Don’t look... Or he takes you.” Were these warnings? What did they mean? Who left them here in this state?
Questions ran through my head as I snatched the note and began walking. I mustered the courage to glance to my left and then my right, with nothing on my trail. I was so scared, but I was determined to find these notes and help solve this mystery. It wasn’t as easy as it was signed out to be.
My nervous wreck ideas subsided as no sign of him was found. I was gaining my confidence back, even as I went through the concrete tunnel and found the fifth note. It was a hallowed place, only big enough for about two or three inches to pass over my head. I assumed that I was safe in a containment. Clicking on my flashlight, I studied the fifth note. It was smooth, not as crumpled and wrinkled, which surprised me. It said nothing, only a picture of a man with no face with a bunch of scribbled trees around it. “So this is what’s following.” I murmured to myself, examining it before putting it in my pocket.
I began walking again, only for about two or three seconds before looking around for anything else that would catch my attention. Just a few cracks and dead looking reeds. I started to walk again in the direction that I was before, and checked around as I exited for the creature. This continued, and only once or twice did I see him, but in the distance. The farthest of distance. And even then, I wasn’t really sure if it was him or just a birch wood tree. Something, that sense again, told me that there were only eight notes. A symmetrical number, just like him.
My hands formed around the last note. I stuffed it in my pocket, and I turned around. I saw him, coming for me, the static from the camera running loudly. I backed into the tree, hitting it. I couldn’t do anything, because I had no weapons, only a useless flashlight and these notes. The terror clawed at the inside of my throat, ripping it raw, until I couldn’t scream for help.
He came closer and closer, until he disappeared. I can’t really describe it. He faded. Out of sight, but definitely not out of mind. My head began to pound, a harsh rapping on the inside of my head. Everything turned slow, a drowsiness overcoming me. I tried to run, toward the chainlink fence that I had passed. In the distance, I heard someone singing. It was a beautiful voice, more precious than ever imagined.
But at the moment, it was horrid. I wanted to wrap my hands around the voice, to strangle it to silence. Nothing I did could block out the cursed words.
Oh, should I travel through the woods Or should I not wishing I would For above me lurks within the trees No one could hear my deathly screams.
I ran past the birch wood, everything blurry and slowly passing.
The palest man, the blackest suit Bigger than the tallest brute. Six black arms will grab you up Or, stalk you till you just give up. A top hat bears upon his head, Makes your soul fill up with dread.
I saw the chain link fence, the notes falling from my pocket as I struggled against my drunkeness.
He takes you when you least expect Boil you up, and eat your neck. He’ll leave your body not to eat But staple your corpse on a tree.
I tripped over my dropped flashlight, the foggy exit in my sight. I fell, but I didn’t hit the ground. I looked up at the person who caught me, into the emotionless face that stared down at me.
Fear the man, the Slender Man, For he can do what no one can.