This happened last night, so most of it is 100% true, and I was pretty freaked out about it.

Recently I have gotten into Marble Hornets [if you have not seen it watch it NOW - it's awesome], and the idea of Slenderman, a tall being with abnormally large limbs and jet-black figure is freaky to say the least. In fact, I was slightly obsessed more than creeped out, and wanted to believe that such a being existed, don't ask why.

The first thing I remember was running in a deserted town, like an apocalypse had occured months before. Rusted fences and houses torn apart, rubble and metal scraps littered the streets and alleys. I turned around every so often, and would feel the strangest presence nearby. Someone or something was watching. I ran down the nearest alley, I heard faster footsteps close behind. As I looked back I saw nothing, nothing was following me. Yet I continued to sprint with heavy footsteps, until somehow I ended up on the roof of a garage. I looked around, the street I had left behind was empty and silent. I thought I had escaped my stalker.....until I glanced over the gardens into a kitchen window about 200 yards away. A black shadow quickly moved out of view, still in that house. I knew it saw me, and I knew there was knowhere to hide, it would always find me. My reaction was simply jumping down and smashing through the front door of a nearby house. Inside I stumbled around, hoping to escape elsewhere. Instead, by chance, I ran into a survivor, a survivor of whatever the hell happened to the place. They said nothing, we were both on the floor after being knocked down. I gathered my breath and glanced back at the front door. There it was.

A tall, freakish creature stood there, faceless, yet still staring at us from the doorway. I was frozen, the survivor was frozen. The figure did not make a move either. In an attempt to feel even the slightest bit dominant, I ran towards it in hopes of tackling it down and making myself threatening. However, I hit it like you would if you were a child running at someone older. It just looked down at me, never breaking the stare. I backed away outside, the survivor had made a run for it. The final moments of this nightmare I remember pulling out my phone in an attempt to photograph evidence if I were to vanish from this abandoned world.

I woke up, slightly panicked, but more relieved that I was dreaming. Even after all that had happened, I was still fascinated by Slenderman, but the truth behind him is still hidden. I got up feeling somewhat refreshed, and felt good about things.

Then I looked at my phone.

Link:

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/fslu2/slenderman_was_stalking_me/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share