It was a warm night

Birds were nestling into their homes.

Foxes were tending to their families

Nature was full of never ending life,

On a house far to the north.

There was a magnificent doctor, he could heal all ailments.

His primary care, were the children who would never heal, children that were about to die. But he tried to give them the best out of life before their final day arrived.

Other days, he would help deliver children into the earth, tonight , he had to deliver his own into the planet.

This man, was known as Dr Stephan Niedan.

His wife was Alina Niedan.

"Al, you gotta try . Push babe, push harder , harder. There , I see a head . Nearly there and...It...it's a boy! We have a boy Al! Oh he's so...Al?"

The moment was cut tragically short.

Stephan's wife died.

The pressure was too much and her heart gave way.

His days went by in a daze, he found it hard to grasp reality and fiction.

But he tried to for his child.

Years went by , the stress took it's toll but he lived on and so did his son, who he called.

Kieran.

Kieran was a pale , long , skinny boy. He had rather off hair . White, pure white hair.. Being labelled a freak, he endured major bullying, but still succeeded at working on mathematics , and an English scholarship. It was at 13, the school elected him a prodigy . Much to his dismay.

"Father..."

He slid open the door, walking in with a limp. He had endured another beating.

"Again? Can't you take up boxing ?"

Groaned the once proud doctor now nothing more than a lay about drunkard.

"I hate the violence...it's..not right to hurt another being."

He murmured. But he knew it was a loss, his father never listened much, unless it was to do with drinks or with porn. Truly a sad sight for what he formerly was, but that too was a long time ago.

"Ugh..the world son, it don't give a shite, if you live. If you die, if you get beat. No one will care...no one will do a thing...just watch..and listen...if you want to get even. Get them where it will hurt. Find a weak spot and you prey on it."

Stephan said in a drunken haze as he passed out, Kieran sighed. He often lay in bed . Thinking of things teenage boys should not. The bullying took it's toll, he would dream of this dark beast, mouth dripping black ooze and eyes blaze red. He never knew him. But he didn't fear him.

He was curious of him.

Laying on his desk at school, he was awoke by a sharp nudge. It was a boy named Jaque , he was a burly boy with a bulked up body. For some reason, he was hated by him. The bruised arms were curtesy of him and his lackies. Troy ,Max, and Kirkland.

"Hay Snow White, where are the dwarves?"

The normal insults bored him , he tried not to show it.

"So, how much ya got today? Better be more, or I'll beat you worse. I hate paying the lunches fee."

He grunted . Kieran had little money, his father could once afford decent things, before his drink addiction . Now there was the little money he earned from paper rounds that got him his meals. Also the only clothes he had was a suit.

"I got...n-none..."

He said his head down, he knew the next occurance, a smack and feeling of sheer agony. Also blood. He was punched on the back of the head. Jaque frowned.

"Next time, you fucking better pay me my money or else. You hear me. Freak !"

He sneered, walking away. Kieran sobbed into his desk, the back of his head numbing. This was so tiring...the pain..humiliation ...it was really getting to him. He has had the urge to kill Jaque . But he was better. He was above the pain causing. He really believed that.

Alice fell down the rabbit hole
But the deeper she treaded.
The harder she found it to return.
She was lost in her own madness.

Returning home. He came upon an odd note.

'I know of the pain you ensure, I will await until it is at it's highest then I shall reveal myself.

-Z'

He had no idea who the one who wrote it was or what he meant, but it made him very curious.

The next day Kieran went to school, it was not much different than what the last was.

Apart from ....

Jaque was not at school, neither were Troy, Kirkland or Max, all 4 were completely gone. Sitting down, he found a note.

"Pests are better off exterminated."

He didn't know why, but the whole of class.

He sat with a grin. Not just any grin. An evil grin.

Sadly, on his 16th birthday, his father died from lung cancer. Little emotion was felt from his son. Through school , he noticed people taking pity on him. He loved it, the love of women. But he also hated it too.

There were no notes for a while.

Then again, there was no bullying.

He had started to date a girl he liked, but his father kept him from bringing women home, with him gone, he had no issue now, she was a pretty girl, but she was 14 ...2 years but...he just loved her , she had told him many times that she felt the same way. This would be his first girlfriend.

If only the story I am telling was one of happiness.

He went into school as per normal...when he eyed on his locker,

'This freak got me pregnant and gave me an STD.'

His eyes welled up, from all corners people came shouting abuse and vulgar language at him. His ribs were cracked and his body battered, the girl walked by, a cruel smile on her lips. She tossed his poem he wrote in a crumple and walked away from him. Kieran lay there whimpering. He noticed a man walk up to him.

This man had no face, nothing . Just stood there , before long , Kieran passed out. When he awoke, he was in his bed, bandaged up, the only person he had in mind . Was the man that he seen in the school. Also, he noticed, there was a note pinned up on the wall of his room.

It read.

' Women should have class, those who don't, end up in a rubbish heap '

Kieran could not help but think, this man was an angel who was helping him in his times of crisis.

But the boy had no idea how wrong he was , and that this 'angel ' was one of the worst demons he's ever going to have the misfortune to have met.

Days and months passed until it turned into years, he put them into use . He became the person his father couldn't have dreamed to be but, behind this charming profession, he acted out a most horrific fantasy. At the age of 26 he was a well loved doctor. However , his patients always were children. Many of who were healthy to start .

"Sir, you have a guest. A lady. "

It was at this point, he met his wife. Lilana. A daughter was born out of that passionate affair, they lived in bliss , Lilana and Kieran named her . Kilo. A mix of the names, this time was of the utmost joyous to him...but as his mother did, Lilana died shortly after, leaving Kieran a single father, Kieran, however, never neglected her, she grew into a girl loved by all.

Kieran sat at home, he noted that it was 3.25, Kilo had not returned. Hours past until it was now 5 , getting up, he opened the door, the police were there , a look of sorrow on the taller ones face. In their hands they held a red bunny clip . It was Kilo's.

"Sir...your daughter was raped and killed by a notorious rapist...I...I'm so sorry..."

They stated, that done it. He broke. Just cried and cried and cried. At a quarter to 12 he was a wreck, he wanted to die or to have all the people that wronged him just vanish. He fell asleep. It was then that the man came . He'd never saw him for so long.

"It's time."

He said, pulling the hood away to reveal two red eyes. Black ooze dripping down . The man he often dreamt of.

Though he was a lot bigger now.

And much more menacing.

"I can help you. I know who wronged you, let me show you the power of darkness, it is much stronger than your holy god. Help me."

It pleaded, but Kieran declined it.

"I'd rather be weak and alone than be someone's pawn in unholy affairs. "

He snapped, this did not please the demonic being, his eyes grew large and tentacles flew out encasing him, he felt his skin be torn apart as the demon spoke.

"I will strip you of the mortal flesh you wear and show you for the hollow being that lays dormant in your soul. Farwell until you see with your own eyes the flickering of death."

In an instant the room flashed white. Kieran fell to the floor, pain filling his lungs. He tried to speak but found it near enough impossible , puzzled and lost, he limped to the bathroom , the site meeting his reflection. Was like one from a horrid frightful dream .

He had no face.

The eyes he used to have, were gone , he had no lips not anything . His body was now all white, he wax clad in the same suit , from his back, grew tentacles . He grabbed a knife and stabbed himself , over and over. Nothing...the pain he felt was gone. Looking himself in the mirror , he placed the knife over his mouth and stabbed, a never ending shoot of agony over came him, blood poured . The red seeped into whiteness of his skin.

His face was his weak spot.

Trying to get a hold of his remnant of sanity. He looked to his ward. Patients were there, the black tentacles on his back seemed to be trying to reach out. They wanted the kids. He took a calm breath and theorized .

They were going to die. He may as well end the torment.

The once great doctor began to descend into his own blackening madness.

Weeks passed and children dropped like dead flies, many never heard from again, the last place they were seen was the doctors office. Parents grew stressed but police denied them the rights.

A small posse of parents formed and broke in.

The sight they witnessed was tragic, bodies from left to right. Eyes and organs missing from them . Bones decorated the walls. Everyone was repulsed, how this went on behind closed doors, was a shock.

"This is monsterous. This man is an abomination , fuck the law. I saw we find him and purify him"

Stated a priest, he held to him a bible and a cross. Many parents searched for the remains of their children, all with devastating results. The sound of crying alerted them to the cellar.

"Please help! Mommy! Momm-"

The cries ended as a crack was heard, all the adults rushed to the room, only to witness a sickening scene. The doctor was holding the headless body of a small girl , in one of his many tentacles, he held her head.

"That's my Lisa you sick monster!?"

Yelled her father , the parents surrounded him by the masses and tied him up, screaming abuse at him as he was dragged to the forest behind his home. The darkness was suffocating as they tied him to a tree, his tentacles stabbed and slashed them, one was killed on instance .

"Burn in hell you beast of hell!"

A mother yelled as she stabbed him in the eye, he was filled with the worst sort of agony, stab after stab in his face until he was barely able to feel anything. They left him there to die.

"Well, if it is not the boy that didn't need my help."

Stated a familiar distorted voice. The man with red eyes burning stood before him, Kieran was facing down when the man stabbed him in the throat . He felt all his silence end as moans and wails erupted from him.

"I can give you new life. All you have to do. Is pledge all loyalty to me. Zalgo, and I'll grant you power to make the humans pay."

He stated.

"You've got nothing left to lose, except your life."

Kieran looked up.

"I'll..do .. It.."

He said lowly , Zalgo grinned, not telling the man his hidden truth, he will be wiped of all memory of his past and know only of his allegiance to him.

"Deal, set, match."

The last thing that he remembered was the large X on the tree. When he woke up, he could barely remember anything. His name. His age, nothing. But one thing stuck in his mind, it was notes that he held on to.

"I will make them all pay, I'll show them the fear locked away. I am death."

He looked up.

"I am the Slenderman!"

Many years passed from 1989 all the way to the present day, people forgot the name of him, they put him down to a legend. But many still fear the forests, at night the one tree marked X is always over come with a musky smell.

Are any of you brave enough to see the cause of that smell?

I shall leave you to ponder, but be aware, there is no voices without a body, if you seek it to heavily, you may just end up like the others. Gone without a trace.

Happy scares.