Slenderman Novels & Stories

Tommy didn’t believe me, of course. Who would? I had to beg him. My friend shrugged and promised to wait in our chambers until I dealt with the problem. The issue was resolved the same night. I simply summoned the hunter. As hellhounds weren’t simple dogs, hunters weren’t simple demons. He appeared almost immediately, looking at me with his blood-red eyes. He was tall, gangly, and reminded me of a cellar spider. In the cloud smoke which hid his features he seemed clumsy and awkward—if you didn’t know how fast and deadly he could be.

As stupefied as him. Backed against the slime-covered stone emerged a man, but not like any man they had ever seen. He was barely clothed, his hair long and ragged, and his hands were very red, his whole body was scaly and red. His eyes were beady and black like those of a crab and conveyed almost no expression. His wasn't that scary, but his face seemed to be arrayed in an expression that chilled the bones of a vampire-like Sebastian. Sprouting from his back, in between his shoulder blades, was a long arm of slime-covered chitin extending into the blackness. When Ruben and Sebastian noticed this, they shuddered. That being was holding Lisa.

Her accent was so thick, it was difficult for Jo to understand. “It’s a crocodile vampire,” Brandon explained. “Holland used to make all sorts of crazy shifter creatures.” “That sounds… horrible,” Pamela said. “Have you ever seen one?” “No, but my dad and Jo’s mom ran into one a long time ago. Cadence killed it,” Brandon said. “Let’s hope we don’t run into anything like that,” Daniel said. “Or anything worse,” Jo said under her breath.

I make a self-satisfied face and brush my hair off my shoulders with one hand. I see Azael with a pool stick in hand, walking towards me, with his particular torn black jeans, a white T-shirt that makes his tattoos show through, and a leather jacket. I approach him, pissed off, shortening the space between us, and several of his friends who look similar to him, look me up and down with mischievous smiles.

It was the slenderman! His mind shouted at him. It was standing behind a tree initially, but suddenly scooted closer and stopped just a meter away from Ricky. Again, he assumed his stance while closing his eyes, expecting the slenderman to brainwash him. Instead of performing its usual inuendos of kidnapping a kid or hypnotizing an adult, it took out three books out of nowhere and handed it to Ricky. Ricky reluctantly accepted the book, and looked up when he saw the slenderman trying to tell him something by its gestures.