When I was little, around 9 or 10 years old, I dreamed of a tall, slender man dressed in a black suit and tie. Every night for weeks. I've always remembered the dreams, but I never remembered the sleepwalking-my parents told me recently that I spent weeks sleepwalking to their room, sitting at the foot of their bed, and muttering a quiet conversation they couldn't decipher.

In the dreams, the tall man came to my house, tapped on my window, entered, and killed my family. I watched as he bit off their heads, chewed them up with a ghastly crunching sound, and swallowed with an audible gulp. He then grinned at me with his bloodstained needle-teeth, and simply left.

I've read this whole thread and the Slender Man really taps into those childhood dreams. I haven't gone outside in the dark since I started reading about it, except to go to work and come home. I don't even look out the windows after dark. (And it gets dark so early nowadays.)

So, a combination "good job" and "fuck you for life" to everyone who has posted pictures and stories. (Especially those photographs taken in the fog...oh god )

(This is actually true. In my dreams, he was called the Headman. He even drove a black Lincoln Town Car with a vanity plate on the front that read "HEADMAN"-that's how he gets to your house, drives right into the driveway with his snazzy car. The utter ridiculousness of this lessens the terror of neither the Headman dreams nor the associations my damned brain has made between the Headman and Slendy.)

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I had a dream that whenever you said "Operator", Slenderman would show up. Sometimes you wouldn't see him.

So, in my dream, I said Operator. I then looked to a nearby window and there he was. Just standing there. I got closer to see if what I was looking at was real, and all I heard was this deep dark menacing tone. Then I ran. I ran as fast as I could through a crowd of people who didn't even notice him. Every few moments I would look back.

He would always be standing only a few feet behind me. I was the only one who could see him. There was no escape.

The creepiest part was even though he had no face...he was smiling. Like, you could sense he was enjoying all of this. This sense that your pathetic running will be useless in the end. He will get you.

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I felt so much like I needed to make an account for this thread, so I will tell you about a strange dream I remember having at a young age. This was long before Marble Hornets, about eight years ago, when I was eight years old.

I dreamed that a very tall, thin man with no face, (Slendy) with his back to me, was standing about 10 feet in front of me in a white void. There was nothing anywhwere except him. I felt confused, and sick. I was coughing and it felt like my lungs were going to explode. He turned to me, and spiders began to appear out of nowhere, (I'm an arachnophobe), and started to follow Slendy as he walked towards me, slowly. I was paralyzed with fear, but then I woke up and began vomiting up blood. I was taken to the ER that night, and it was confirmed that I had had a nosebleed while I was sleeping and it had ran down into my throat