As we walked up to the mansion door, we could hear a ruckus going on inside. When Slenderman opened the door, everyone stared at me and asked who I was. Slenderman said I was now a part of the family.

  Ever since I moved in with them, my life had been great! I call Slenderman papa because he is basically now my adoptive father. Everyone in the mansion are like sibilings to me and I couldn't ask for more! Since I died when I was 8 years old, my body will forever stay 8 years old, but my mind will age slowly.

   Whenever you hear the news talk about a killer who writes 'Play with me' with the blood of their victims just know, that is me..

  Hi everyone as I mentioned before, this is my first ever Wattpad story and I know it sucks but thanks for reading till the end!