So, going with the idea of doing one Fear at a time, we'll start with Slenderman. His own mythos started the Fear Mythos, so why not go to the source?
Slenderman
Other names: The Slender Man, Slenderman, "Slendy", The Tall One, The Pale King, The Gentleman, Der Großmann, STRANGER, Willow, Ash, Operator, PRE01, Tall Pale and Faceless (or TPF), among many other nicknames individuals give him, usually with colorful language.
[Also, the SCP Foundation, which categorizes and labels different monsters throughout the world, has an entry similar to Slenderman, called "Bundle," with the designation SCP-582, found here.]
Description:
Slenderman is an entity that originated on the net. There are many memes concerning Him, and according to His own mythos, He was created from our widespread belief in His spooky existence. Some say He's been around forever, only permeating our consciousness every so often to make Himself known (or remembered, I suppose), once again bringing fear and death in His wake. Either way, He's a crazy mofo, yo.
He is described as a really tall man wearing a black suit, with a white undershirt and either a red or black tie. He has no hair, is very pale, and has no face. Alternatively, He has been known to have an innumerable amount of faces, ranging from random strangers to people the victim has known, who may or may not be deceased.
In some cases, He has tendrils (or tentacles, or arms) that can extend from his back or his shoulders, or under where His arms are. They can be used to move, or to capture victims, or just scare the ever-living piss out of you. Whichever suits His fancy. There really is no reason for any of it, but hey; since when did Slenderman have to have reason?
He selects his victims, usually at a young age (pedo-Slendy, anyone?). And if He doesn't capture you when you're little, He'll definitely be looking for you when you're an adult. What criteria he uses is not entirely known, though He seems to choose children with horrific past events in their life, like a house fire or a parent dying, yada yada yada. Also, if you start doing research about Him (i.e. reading the blogs, the wikis, watching the videos...), it's pretty much inevitable that He'll start stalking you. It's like a living virus, I suppose. Anyway, for outsiders, it's nearly impossible to see Him without help. People will use pictures and videos to capture images of Him, though He will distort the film terribly in His presence.
He has the ability to transport Himself, and victims, in the blink of an eye. Some speculate He can teleport, while others think He may use temperal rips in the fabric of reality. It's kind of confusing to really think about it, but isn't that sort of the point here? Nothing's really IN the ordinary.
There are people who follow Him, kind of like a cult, along with others who are under His control. They're called proxies, agents, hollowed, and numerous cults... Yeah. Followers who aren't necessarily under His control are pretty much normal people, who are crazy enough to venerate Him as a god-like being. The people who are under His influence, to varying degrees, have been known to exhibit different abilities not unlike His own. Y'know, like teleporting and being all spooky and shit. That stuff.
Like any god or ethereal/eldritch being, Slenderman does have His own "Fortress of Solitude" called The Path of Black Leaves. It's like His home, or world, or whatever you want to call it. Anyway, no one's sure where exactly it is, if it's even in our reality (which is theorized as doubtful), or how normal people get to it. But once you're there, it's unlikely you will get out. The forest is dark, full of tall, thin trees with black leaves. Heh, as if the name didn't give that away? There's a long, winding path through the woods that leads to a clearing on a small hill. This is where He has been known to wait. Sometimes there are bodies in the trees, or parts of bodies. Along those same lines, on the small hill there may be a tree with a face. This face is said to be very grotesque, the tree large and spindling up towards the sky, with blood oozing out of the bark. It's known as the Bleeding Tree, though I haven't found much else about it yet. His "infected" are able to come and go from the wood, and there are creatures there, though they will most likely kill you before you get to this hill.
There's no way to defeat Him. You will either be "taken," turned into one of His proxies, be driven absolutely insane, or run. Those are the only outcomes I have found. People affected by Him tend to speak in cryptic messages, leave puzzles and clues, and things of this nature. Welcome to The Game.
And with that, I think I'm supposed to be making a venison stroganoff. My uncle doesn't like venison, so I'm debating actually making it, since only I and my aunt will eat it. Probably gonna do it tomorrow, so I can give him fair warning that he's on his own for dinner.
Ugh, the man's a total loony-bin. Srsly ppl. He's got a lot of mental health problems, and it's degenerative, along with some physical issues. Did I mention he's crazy? I mean, I love my uncle to death, I do, but sometimes I wish I could put duct tape on his mouth and tie him to the sofa, turn the TV to Doctor Who and let him veg out. Maybe with an IV of sugar water, since he's diabetic and stuff. I dunno. He's just ridiculous. My aunt's the shit, though. Sweetest, nicest lady on the face of the planet. She took me and Daniel in after... Well, after what happened in our old city. It wasn't safe. We had to leave. So I made it happen, I got us out, and now we're safe. :) And thank goodness, too, because I don't know if we could've survived any longer without help. He's just so little... And it was so bad...
I love my little guy to pieces. ^_^ He's my everything, he really is. If it weren't for him, I seriously doubt I'd still be here. He's what keeps me going every day.
Did I mention how incredibly perfect he is? Because he is, even with the teething crazy. <3
So, I'm just waiting for him to wake up from his nap so we can take a shower, get some groceries, and clean a little. It's kind of cold out (oh, how I love Minnesnowta), but it's actually not bad. Maybe we'll play in the snow? It's his first winter that he can be outside, so we'll see. I need to get us snow pants; wet pants are not fun. Legit, yo.
Tomorrow I think we'll do an entry about The Smiling Man, since he's another net-phenomena-turned-"real". SSDD.
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