I am an extremely logical person, so I wanted to validate it was just some strange, tall person. He seemed to be dressed in all black, and extremely pale. I recall it being as tall as the branches of surrounding trees. ![]() As we are walking by this park to the left, we could see this extremely talk figure. All it has in it is weird statue things, but I was familiar with them. ![]() As you are walking down this street to 7-11, there is a park to the left. Her parents allowed us to make late-night trips there for snacks on occasion. My friend(I was with her at the time of the incident) lives in a fairly decent neighborhood that was fifteen minutes waking distance from a 7-11. This event occurred whenever I was fifteen, but it happened in the same location. I am currently an eighteen year old female, and I live in Oklahoma City. got up, grabbed the gun, turned on the light and bolted from my room saying “.” in my head over and over and let the dog in to sleep with me. I heard the brushes in my yard rustling and the dog barking like crazy. I woke up and rationalized that i kicked them off in my sleep, that is, until i felt a cold breeze (it was 17 Fahrenheit outside) and noticed my window(an old window from 1946, with the pathetic little latches) was wide open, my curtain pulled aside. nothing was there but the aforementioned blankets were pulled completely off and were on the floor at the foot of my bed, my sheet was at my waist. Had a nightmare that a black silhouette was slowly pulling my covers off, first my comforter, then the knit blanket, then my sheets to my waist before i freaked out and sat up. Get exclusively creepy TC stories by liking Creepy Catalog here. Apparently, on my dad’s recalling, he claims I said, “Tall Stick Man”. My dad opens the door to my room, and when he comes in he asks what’s wrong. I look towards the clock to read ’12:57 AM’. The scream rips me away from the dream into real life. I am looking at a white orb with a neck wearing a business suit, standing almost eight feet tall. I just see his long, black, business suit, and I start looking up closely. I walk into the room, but there’s nothing to explore in there.Īs I’m about done looking at this room, I turn around back to the door to get in the corridor again, where this time there’s a man standing there. I slowly walk through the hallway to the room, which is very bright, the entire room seeming to be covered in white. I see myself walking down a long, narrow, dark corridor, light only coming from a door at the very end. Tonight was not one of those nights.Īfter drifting off to sleep I begin a very weird dream. Half the time I either forget my dreams or just don’t dream at all. Like any other little kid I would get scared of most things, but this one time scared me more than any other.Īfter a normal day in the life of a kindergartner, I went to sleep at about ten o’clock or so. This happened at about the time I was four or five. Sometimes my phone shuts off and my TV goes to static, followed by a headache. I don’t know what’s been up but I still feel like I’m being watched. Yet recently it is always clogged, followed by major head aches that Tylenol can’t treat. The only thing is that, I, being 16, have never in my life had a stuffy nose. ![]() ![]() I drew an Operator symbol and taped it over my door and since then I have had no experiences. My reaction time is slower, along with my memory being shorter each day. I remember drawing this, and I’m glad I did, because I have forgotten the dream. That night, I had a dream, I drew on a sheet of paper what I saw in the dream. A couple of nights ago, I felt like I was being watched, uncharacteristically I looked out the window and saw a flash of white and black. My parents are honest people and I believe them but it is impossible. They’ll say I do things I didn’t do, like make tea and see it is half empty when I wonder if they told the truth. My parents say I will be awake and talking to them 4 hours before I actually wake up. I though I might be psyching myself out but then weird things started happening. I loved the story and everything, but it was a little uneasy feeling at night. I looked up the Slender Man and read through the mythos, ignoring the “do not look too deeply into the legend or he will find you” warnings and went on to Marble Hornets. He wanted to scare my friend with a Slender Man costume. He asked for my help but I didn’t follow along and just left. I was introduced to Slender Man a few months ago when some guy wanted to pull a prank on my friend. This is what happens when you look into Slender Man
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