MATURE: - Complete Slender Minded- Final Chapter (MATURE)

[AceTrainer14]

Slender Minded​

This story is based around "The Slender Man", an internet meme character that is immortal and has apparently lived for thousands of years. He specialises in murdering children. If you want to know more about him, I recommend you look him up on YouTube... if you dare

Table of Contents:
1. Morning
2. The Necklace
3. The Party
4. Hospital Drama
5. A Fall Through the Park

Chapter One: The Poster

“Ophelia, come here Ophelia, I have something to show you!”

Ophelia Carter groaned with displeasure, and stamped her foot angrily.

“What the fuck do you want?” She shrieked down the corridor.

“Just come here, please?” Her sister, Abigail, called. Ophelia rolled her eyes, and looked back into the mirror. Staring back at her was a happy teenage girl, who had turned sixteen that day. Ophelia was celebrating her birthday, and was getting herself ready. Her golden brown hair was straightened, she was wearing luscious red lipstick and sparkling blue mascara, and was in the process of putting eyeliner on, which wouldn’t please her mother, but Ophelia couldn’t care less. She was sixteen now, so her mother couldn’t boss her around as much. Ophelia had spent the entire weekend getting a tan, and had then chosen a perfect white dress, which stood out on her new darker tone, and made her look quite slimming. Ophelia considered herself very attractive, and even had a handsome nineteen year old boyfriend, Hamish, to prove it.

“Hurry up Ophelia!” Abigail shouted.

“Alright, alright!” Ophelia yelled back, and put her eyeliner down on the bathroom bench. The Carter house was very modern, and had only been built two years ago. The bathroom was modern, with white walls, deep blue floor tiles, and modern bathroom equipment which made it lovely to be in.

Ophelia wandered out into the hallway, gracefully walking down the cream carpet, past the many paintings and family portraits hanging on
the brown walls, and walked into her sister’s room.

“Ew.” Ophelia said in disgust, and stared with displeasure at the walls. They were lilac underneath, but posters of heavy metal and rock’n’roll bands covered over them, making it a general shade of black. Dirty clothes, screwed up bits of paper and rubbish were covering the floor, and Ophelia nearly stood on a plate with some mouldy bread on it.

“Abigail, this is really- AAAAAAHHH!” Ophelia screamed, and recoiled
at what was in front of her.

It was a poster, with a dark black background, and only one thing was in the centre. A man, though it was obvious he wasn’t real. He was about three metres tall, with thin skeletal legs, and long pointed fingers. He was wearing a suit, and had a face that was whiter than his shirt. He had no eyes, only a jagged mouth. Yet Ophelia had the impression he was staring at her, ready to reach out with those long fingers, clench them around her throat, and snap her neck like a twig.

“Got ya!” A nazel voice sneered, and booming laughter came from behind the poster. It disappeared, and Ophelia’s sister Abigail was standing there. She was shorter and chubbier than Ophelia, and at 13 years old, she loved teasing her older sister. Abigail had dyed her hair black and cut it short, leaving her with a long fringe, pointed fringe.

“I told you to stop showing me that!” Ophelia snapped. Two months ago, Abigail had shown Ophelia a video on YouTube about “The Slender Man” an internet character that had been designed in a contest, and had been advanced ever since then. Ophelia had been freaked out, so Abigail had brought the poster, wanting to be able to scare her sister whenever possible.

“Think of it as a birthday present!” Abigail sneered, and leapt out of arm’s reach. Ophelia went to step forwards, but she knocked over a glass of Coke.

“You are such a disgusting freak!” Ophelia shrieked, and Abigail simply jeered. There was the sound of a floorboard creaking, and a man’s face appeared in the doorway. Jeremiah Carter, their father, was around two metres tall, with salt and pepper hair, a handsome face, and was well built for a middle aged man. He was buttoning up a blue shirt, and looked very annoyed with the two.

“Ophelia, it may be your birthday, but don’t be mean to your sister!” He scolded.

“But she is disgusting!” Ophelia wailed.

“I am not having a bar of it!” Jeremiah snapped. “Now, I want you both in the car in two minutes, we can’t keep your grandmother waiting.” He said, visibly annoyed about his mother-in-law. He walked off, and Ophelia sighed.

“You got in trouble, ha ha!” Abigail sneered. Ophelia gave her the finger, and walked out of the room. But as she did, she took one last glance at the poster. There was something about the Slender Man which she couldn’t quick put her finger on. But the thought of him made Ophelia shudder, and she turned and rushed back to the bathroom to finish her make-up.

 

[Reyairia]

Re: Slender Minded

Calm it with the comma splices.

 

[Kantomasta]

Re: Slender Minded

ruh ro rooby doo, the sisters are gonna b in twoublllle


NOTE: somewhat scooby doo imitation.lol

 

[AceTrainer14]

Re: Slender Minded

I am going to edit the first chapter, as I didn't think I had done a good enough job. So there will be a bit of a delay...

 

[AceTrainer14]

Re: Slender Minded

Here is the edit! I'll keep the original part up as a comparision Caution for 'strong' language

Chapter One: Morning
Bring bring…. Bring bring…. Bring bring….

Ophelia Carter’s eyes opened up, and she flipped over, staring towards her bedside table. Her Blackberry was buzzing, and the screen was lighting up her early morning room. Ophelia groaned, as she had been looking forward to a sleep in. But it took her half a minute to realise it was her sixteenth birthday, and it would have to be a birthday wish.

“Who is it…” Ophelia moaned, and grabbed the device. The screen was telling her she had one new message, and opened up the message, the blue screen making her squint in the half light.

Hey O! Happy B-Day. Hope U get sum nice pressies! =) Ashley.
Ophelia smiled, and texted a thanks back to her best friend, Ashley. But by the time she had finished, four more texts had arrived, and by the time Ophelia had read and replied to them, it was half past seven.

With a wide yawn, Ophelia stood up and stared around her bedroom. Posters of boy bands, actors, movies and from concert tours covered nearly every inch of her lilac wallpaper, with the gaps filled with photos of Ophelia, Ashley, her other friends, her family and her chocolate Labrador, Millie. There was a rarely used desk with her bag on it, and a bookcase that only had Twilight in it, and the rest was filled with plush toys and DVD’s.

Ophelia wandered sleepily into her ensuite bathroom, which was purely white and blue, and stared at the mirror. Her faced was round and tanned, and had attracted the attention of many boys at her school. But Ophelia only had the eye for her boyfriend, Sam, who was three years older than and worked out, so their pairing made tons of people jealous. Her long brown hair hung down to her shoulders, and while she was wearing a pink shirt and long striped pants, Ophelia was quite slim, and usually wore short shorts to show this. She quickly took a drink of water and washed her face, and then Ophelia wandered out of her room, grabbed a white dressing gown, and stared walking down the hallway. Her father was a television executive in TVNZ, and her mother ran three different saloons on Remuera Road, so her family had a nice amount of money. Fancy paintings and numerous portraits were hung down the brown walled hallway, and the carpet was a honeysuckle colour. There was a rainbow coloured vase that cost more than most people’s cars outside the main bathroom, and two more surrounded the staircase.

“Hello…” Ophelia murmured, and walked slowly down the carpeted stairs. The lower floor was quiet, and Ophelia’s feet, with bright pink toenails, made echoing footsteps as she walked along the polished oak floor.

“Hello?” Ophelia repeated, and walked cautiously into the living room. Her parents always went to the gym early in the morning, and she had been expecting them to be up. But as she entered the wide living area, which had four leather sofas, wooden floors and walls, polished bookcases and tables, and numerous vases, portraits, mini statues, paintings and ferns decorating the terracotta coloured room. There was a creak, and Ophelia turned.

“SURPRISE!” Ophelia let out a squeal, and watched as her three family members leapt up from behind the sofa.

“Oh my god!” She wailed, before beaming widely. Her parents and sister, Abigail, walked out from behind the sofa, each holding a box.

“Happy birthday darling!” Ophelia’s father, Jeremiah Carter, boomed. He had jet black hair that he frequently dyed, and was about six feet tall, though was shorter than Sam, so Ophelia laughed when her father tried to give him trouble. Standing by his side was his wife and Ophelia’s mother, Meredith. She was short and stout, and had a horrible fake tan and tacky bleached blonde hair.

“My little girl is growing up!” Meredith said in her nasal voice, and gave her daughter a hug.

“Thanks guys!” Ophelia replied shrilly. She then turned towards her sibling, Abigail. Abigail was only 13, and seemed to resent her sister for being so perfect: while Ophelia was tall, skinny, and had a great boyfriend, Abigail only had about three friends, was short and plump like her mother, and got mocked a lot for being rather gothic. Her hair was short and dyed purple, and she was already wearing thick black eyeliner.

“Happy birthday.” Abigail grunted, obviously grumpy about waking up early.

“Aww, thanks sis.” Ophelia replied with a fake smile, and gave her an air hug. She then looked eagerly over at the presents, and grabbed one wrapped in pink paper.

“What is it, what is it?” Ophelia asked eagerly, and began tearing strips of paper off.

“It’s a new iPhone, as your last one looks a bit tacky.” Meredith explained, and Ophelia giggled happily as she looked at the box. But before she could admire it even more, she snatched up the second present, which had orange and purple paper. It turned out to be a boxed set of the second True Blood season.

“Oh my gosh, thanks guys, I have wanted both of these things for ages!” Ophelia cried happily.

“I’m glad you like them dear.” Jeremiah said. “I’d better go and check on the waffles we’re making!” And he rushed out into the kitchen. Meredith sat down, and gave Abigail a little jab in the side. The younger sister sighed and walked forwards, and then passed a box down to her sister.

“I thought you might like this.” Abigail said robotically. Ophelia gave her sister an ugly look, and then tore the rainbow coloured paper off. A plain shoebox was inside, and Ophelia opened the lid. On top of a black frilly skirt and two Simpsons T-Shirts was something folded up. Ophelia picked it up and began unfolding it, curious as to what it was. Abigail began smiling broadly, and Ophelia was concerned.

“What is this?” She asked, though her tone was more of worry than the excitement it had been a minute ago. Abigail just giggled, and Ophelia finished unfolding it and screamed.

It was a poster, though it didn’t have Channing Tatum or Taylor Launter on it. It was a man, but no normal human being. If the post had been life sized, the man would have been about ten feet tall, with thin, string like legs and similar arms, which ended with skeletal fingers. The man wore a black suit with a simple white shirt underneath, which looked fairly normal.

But then his face! It made white look dirty, and had a slight lunar quality to it. But he had no eyes, only dark slits, and then had a jagged mouth, which could open exceedingly wide. This person was known as The Slender Man, a creepy internet character that had become a sensation amongst dark people, but it gave Ophelia the creeps.
“What is wrong with you, you freak!” Ophelia shrieked, and tore the poster in half.

“Hey, that cost fifteen bucks, I was going to return!” Abigail snapped.

“Do you think I give a fuck, you stupid-” Meredith stood up and walked between the girls, and Jeremiah ran back into the room.
“Stop this fighting, right now!” Meredith snapped. “Abigail, you go to your room and think about this! And later, both of you will apologise for your rudeness!”

“But mum, I don’t want to apologise to her!” Ophelia growled.

“You’ll apologise or I’ll take your presents away!” Meredith warned. Abigail skipped merrily off, showing no remorse for her sister’s upset. Ophelia gave her a scowling look, but it got ignored.

“Let’s put this behind us now, alright, and we can have nice waffles.” Jeremiah said, and he walked awkwardly back into the kitchen.

“Coming dear?” Meredith asked. Ophelia looked down at the poster as she scooped up her presents.

“Yeah, in a second.” She replied, and picked up the torn pieces of the poster. She examined the strange head, and had a feeling that the Slender Man did have eyes, and he was staring directly at her, ready to tear at her throat.

It’s just a poster. Ophelia reminded herself. She tore the poster into quarters, and then threw it onto the electric fireplace for that evening, before skipping into the kitchen like her sister, putting the nasty creature behind her.

 

[AceTrainer14]

Re: Slender Minded (First part edit now up!)

Chapter 2: Necklace

After a delicious breakfast of waffles (with cream, fruit and chocolate sauce), Ophelia raced upstairs, and quickly got changed into her new black skirt and a purple T-Shirt. Than, she spent about fifteen minutes putting her makeup on, giving her red lips and blue eyes, and taking several pictures of herself to put on her wall.

Next, Ophelia called several friends to thank them for their wishes, and they all gossiped about what they would wear at Ophelia’s party that night. But, after nearly twenty minutes, Meredith yelled to her daughter, telling her to come down: they were going to see her mother.

“Why are we even going to see her?” Ophelia sighed, as she sat in the front seat of her mum’s Santa Fe, driving towards Green Meadows Retirement Village.

“We are going because it is a nice thing!” Meredith sighed. “Besides, you use to love seeing your grandmother when you were little.”

“Yeah, that was before I realised she was a horrible bitch.” Ophelia snapped. Meredith gasped and turned towards her daughter angrily.

“Don’t talk about her that way! She may be a bit cross, but you shouldn’t call her a-”

“CAR!” Ophelia yelled. Meredith looked back at the road, and she quickly swerved to avoid a VW Beetle. Meredith sighed again, and then turned right: they had reached the village, and Ophelia hadn’t even noticed.

“That’s new.” The teen muttered, and watched as a black security gate retreated behind the peach concrete walls.

“I heard that an Alzheimer’s patient wandered onto the road and was hit, so they put extra security in.” Meredith whispered, and the car drove through the gates, leaving the busy road behind and entering a road surrounded by trees.

In the Green Meadows Retirement Village, there was around two hundred houses, designed to be easy to walk around and for the residents to personalise. Each ‘flat’ could house up to three people, though only life-long friends did this. The flats come white, so they can be painted any colour the residents wanted, so the Santa Fe passed a flat of every colour. The gardens also come with flowers, but can be altered anyway they wanted: some had a rainbow of different flowers, others contained statues, or wooden birds, or there own vegetable patches.

“Here we are.” Meredith said, and pulled up outside another flat. Ophelia reluctantly got out of the car, smiling at two passing old ladies, and stared at her grandmother’s flat.

Unlike the other flats, Beatrice Grant had left her house untouched, and it remained purely white. A row of tulips and a rose bush had come with the flat as well, but both had since shrivelled up and died. Even a Pohutukawa Tree outside the flat looked pretty dead, which wasn’t good.

“Come along, she is probably waiting for us.” Meredith said, and rushed up a small ramp, and then tapped on the door. Ophelia sighed and walked slouchily over, and noticed the front door was open.
“Oh boy, the fun begins.” She sighed, and walked in after her mother.

There was very little light inside the flat, which opened up directly into a narrow hallway, which was also white. Meredith led Ophelia passed pictures of Beatrice’s two sisters and three brothers, past a dirty kitchen with ten year old appliances, and then into a living room, which had faded blue carpet. The living room consisted of a round wooden table, a wooden coffee bench, an old green sofa, and a broken television set. There was a bookcase, which contained numerous sun-damaged books and black and white photos.

“Mother?” Meredith called nervously. Ophelia looked down another hallway, but no one was there.

“Over here.” A sickly voice croaked. Ophelia and Meredith turned around, and looked behind a silk curtain, leading to a little office area. Meredith pulled the curtain across, revealing her mother.

Beatrice Grant was nearing her eightieth birthday, and she definitely looked the age. Her hair was thin, white and wispy, and looked almost dead. Her skin was badly sun damaged and looked yellow, like her books, and it was sunken and badly wrinkled. She was wearing a faded orange tracksuit, and was staring with her cold grey eyes at an empty tea cup, as if expecting something to come out of it.

“Hello Mother, how are you?” Meredith whispered, and gave her mother a hug, which she didn’t reciprocate.

“Ophelia, you look like a prostitute.” Beatrice croaked. Meredith stifled a snigger, and Ophelia’s eyes narrowed even more.

“It’s the latest trend.” She replied icily, and walked towards her grandmother, and gave her a hug that was barely even one.

“Happy Birthday, I guess.” Beatrice grunted. “But trust you to only see me to get a present.”

“Present? I didn’t think you’d be getting me one.” Ophelia said sarcastically. But the only reason she was able to survive these visits was to get a gift: Beatrice had inherited a lot of money when her husband had died, and she managed to have a good eye for fancy jewellery. Beatrice laughed croakily, before breaking into a coughing fit. Meredith poured her a glass of water from a jug, and Beatrice gulped it greedily.

“So, do you want your present, or are you truly here to see me?” Beatrice growled. Ophelia looked at her nervously, wondering what she should say.

“Well, I would appreciate one of your lovely gifts.” She said at last.

“How am I not surprised?” Beatrice chuckled, and pointed towards the coffee table back in the living room. A small silver box, wrapped in purple ribbon, sat on the surface.

“Oh grandma, you shouldn’t have!” Ophelia exclaimed, but eagerly rushed forwards and picked it up. The ribbon fell to the ground, and Ophelia pulled out a necklace.

“You seriously shouldn’t have.” Ophelia said through clenched teeth, and stared with disgust at the jewellery: it was made out of a hard, bulky metal, and looked like it weighed a ton. The design at the bottom was a crescent moon, but it was painted about twenty different colours that Ophelia wasn’t sure what it actually was. Meredith was stifling her laughter, and Beatrice was grinning broadly.

“I picked it out especially for you.” The elderly lady explained.
“Why… thank you.” Ophelia said at last. Meredith had to sit down in a hard backed chair to try and hide her laughter, and Beatrice’s aged eyes were staring at Ophelia, as if forcing her to put the necklace on. Ophelia shivered slightly, but managed to unclip the back and put the necklace around her neck.

“See, it looks beautiful!” Beatrice proclaimed, and Ophelia just grinned.

Half an hour later, Meredith and Ophelia finally left, and rushed towards the car. Meredith was finally able to laugh, and she cackled loudly.

“That thing is hideous!” She said, doubling over in her fit of laughter.

“Just shut up and open the doors.” Ophelia hissed. Once the doors were unlocked, Ophelia leapt in and tried taking the necklace off, but it wouldn’t budge.

“The stupid catch is stuck!” She snarled, and tugged furiously at it. Meredith managed to control her laughter, and then had a go at the necklace.

“It really is stuck, must be something wrong with it.” She said, and retired trying to pull it off. Ophelia growled angrily as the engine started up.

“I am going to have to wear this at my party tonight!” She wailed, and slumped up against the window. “This birthday is the worst one yet!”

 

[AceTrainer14]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 2

Chapter Three: The Party

Six hours later, Ophelia had almost completely forgotten about the incident with her grandmother, as she began to enjoy her birthday in full.

Her parents had booked up half of the famous Midnight club, located in the heart of Auckland city. It was the famous hang-out spot of all local celebrities, and many a scandal occurred in these walls. It had been pricy to book, but Jeremiah and Meredith wanted the best for their daughter, even if meant spending a lot of their savings.

Not that Ophelia minded.

She and her friends had rocked up at eight PM, and after entering two-storey bar, with its flashing strobe lighting, glowing dance floor, well lit bar and expensive couches, Ophelia had begun dancing for a whole hour, occasionally stopping to chat to one of the one hundred people she had invited.

At quarter past nine, Ophelia finally stumbled over towards the bar, with Ashley alongside. Ophelia was wearing a long purple dress, with a fluffy white jacket over it, disguising the hideous necklace. Ashley was red in the face, which matched her red skirt and blue top. Her blond hair was hanging at her shoulders, and both girls were red in the face.

“I don’t think I’ve partied like that EVER!” Ophelia shrieked.

“This certainly beats Zumba!” Abigail laughed, and nearly toppled over as she clutched her sides in stitches.

“Do you think the barman with serve us anything?” Ophelia asked. The bartender turned around at this, and Ophelia smiled at him.

“Two vodka oranges please.” She asked sweetly. The bartender blinked, and then burst into the laughter.

“Honey, I know this is your sixteenth, so I am not serving you anything of the sort.” He explained, making Ophelia’s face droop. The man the reached under the bar, opened the fridge, and pulled out a bottle of Sprite. “Knock yourselves out.” Several other bartenders chuckled, and Ophelia angrily stamped her boot.

“I’ll be lodging a complaint!” She snapped, and marched away. Ashley chased after, catching up to her friend as Lady Gaga began blaring over the speakers.

“The guy was just having a laugh, don’t get worked up over it.” She said, but Ophelia turned angrily around.

“This is my party, my parents paid a lot for the party, so if I want a drink, I am going to have one!” Ophelia shouted, and was very audible over the noise of the crowd. She Then ran quickly over towards a couch, grabbing a glass with a pink liquid in it on the way. The couch was approaching had a lot of noise coming from it, as one of the male occupants sculled a beer, with his three male friends and two girls laughing and cheering.

“Sam!” Ophelia barked, and then had a large sip of the drink. Her boyfriend turned around, his handsome features visible in the dim light of the club.

“Hey babe.” He said charmingly, and Ophelia smiled widely, his eyes making her temporarily forget her issues. But the sight of a scantily-clad waitress, carrying a tray of Cosmopolitans for some of her older friends, which made her remember her rage.

“The bartender won’t serve me a drink, so buy me one!” Ophelia demanded.

“I’ve got no cash on me, sorry babe.” Sam replied, but clicked at his friends, who were pouring a round of beers from a jug. “You got some Jack Daniels, don’t ya?”

“Yeah bro.” One of the friends said, and tossed the glass bottle over. Sam caught it, and then passed it over to his girlfriend. Ophelia bent down to kiss him in thanks, but suddenly a hand grasped the bottle.

“Ophelia, remember what happened last time you drank this?” Ashley scolded, as she tried to pull the bottle from her friend’s hands. “You broke two of your mother’s vases and then threw up on your bed!”

“And, I’m not at home now, am I?” Ophelia snapped, and began tugging back. The two friends fought over the bottle, both of them trying to pull it towards them. People were staring around at them, giving them curious looks.

“Oi bitch, leave her alone!” Sam yelled, and stood up, towering over the two girls.

“YOU’RE RUINING MY PARTY YOU TART!” Ophelia screamed, and raised a leg, ready to kick her friend. But someone had called a bouncer over, and Ashley let go of the bottle in shock. Ophelia was standing on one leg at time, and had been leaning backwards in the tug-of-war.

Everyone gasped as the birthday girl screamed and began to fall backwards. Several guests ran forwards to catch her, but Ophelia fell too quickly. Her head hit the floor with a sickening crack, and she let out a gasp. Ophelia looked up at the roof, with the lights glaring down at her, the music blaring out from every corner, and the crowd gathering over her. She blinked several times, and things went out of focus. The light became too intense, and Ophelia shut her eyes tight.

She knew at once she was in a dream.

Ophelia had her eyes shut, but she sensed a change in location, and the sudden silence was frightening. The strobe lights were no longer shining through her eyes, but Ophelia cautiously opened them anyway. She appeared to be lying under the sky, but she didn’t know if it was day or night, as a huge grey cloud took up the entire open air.

“Hello?” Ophelia called, and her voice echoed. She slowly got to her feet, and began taking in her surroundings. Ophelia was in a street, but it didn’t look like a desirable place to live: the houses were all painted grey or black, with boarded up windows, holes in the roof, and garbage all over their gardens. Red paint seemed to be leaking out of the windows, almost as if the house was bleeding. The grass was all black and looked burnt, while a tree nearby was sagging over the cracked road.

“This is strange.” Ophelia mumbled, and took a step forward. There was a squeak, and she screamed as a rat ran past. Ophelia broke into a sprint, and began running down this dream road, trying to escape from this nightmarish world. But as Ophelia ran, she just saw more disturbing things: a broken sewage pipe spewing black sludge over the street, a human corpse lying rotting amongst garbage, and a flaming car lighting up the dark world. And the street never ended, it just stretched on and on, playing with Ophelia’s mind.

“Someone wake me up!” She screamed, tears beginning to roll down her face.

Then, Ophelia heard a footstep.

She froze, standing in a very cracked part of the street. There were no houses, no trees, no cars, nothing around her, except for two fields on either side, each one with dying grass.

A footstep echoed again.

Ophelia knew it was a dream, but she felt something different about this, as if the footstep was a real one, and someone else was in her dream. The footstep sounded again, and Ophelia plucked up enough courage.

“Wh-wh-who g-goes there?” She stuttered. The footsteps stopped, but they sounded like they were right behind her.

Ophelia slowly turned around.

What she saw made her scream.

The Slender Man was standing there, looming over her, his mouth open wide. One of his arms grabbed onto her arm, and his sharp fingers wrapped around, drawing blood. He raised his other arm over her. Ophelia screamed, her voice echoing inside her dream world. The Slender Man’s jagged mouth twisted in an evil smile, and he pulled his arm down.

“Ophelia, wake up, WAKE UP!”

Ophelia opened her eyes, and found herself still screaming, but the scene in front of her had changed: the Slender Man, the strange street, the nightmarish world had gone, to be replaced by bright lights, loud music, and several concerned faces looking over her. Sam, Ashley, the bouncer and several friends were crouched around her.

“Am ambulance is coming; we think you might have a concussion.” Ashley explained.

“The Slender Man, where is he?” Ophelia asked, her eyes darting around. But she couldn’t see anything clearly that was more than a few metres away, and her head was spinning like mad.

“He’s not here… let’s just get you ready for the ambulance, alright?” Ashley said. Ophelia nodded, before her eyes rolled back into her head, and she collapsed onto the floor once more.

 

[AceTrainer14]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 2

Chapter Four: Hospital Drama

“Sl-Sl-Slender Man…. He’s going to get me… he’s going to get me…”

“Doctor, she’s waking up, doctor!”

“Help… someone help…”

Ophelia moaned, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her head was pounding, and she could barely think straight, but she could see a bright light above her, and wondered if she was still in the bar. But there was no loud music, no people crowding over her, and Ophelia could at least see sunlight in the room.

“Ophelia, how are you feeling?” A young man appeared over her, and Ophelia blinked several times and looked up. He was young, with slight stubble, and blue eyes with slicked back hair.

“My head hurts, and the light is really bright.” Ophelia replied, and began rubbing her head with her left hand, but noticed an IV had been inserted into a vein. “Where am I, what happened?” Meredith suddenly appeared over her, looking very concerned.

“You had a fight with Ashley and hit your head. You woke up in the bar, but you have been unconscious since then.” Her mother explained in whispers. “It’s now midday, so you’ve been out for a while. Doctor Jones here has been very helpful in caring for you.”

“It’s part of the job.” Doctor Jones smirked, and pulled a small torch out. “Follow the light with your eyes please Ophelia.” Ophelia tried to follow the light, but it was too bright, and she closed her eyes.

“I’m sorry, but it is really really bright!” She apologised.

“It is fine, you may just have a bad concussion. We’ll give you a MRI scan to see if there is anything else wrong, otherwise we’ll keep you in for observation.” Doctor Jones explained. He shook Meredith’s hand, and then walked out of their small room.

“God, my head really hurts!” Ophelia moaned, and sinked into her hospital bed. She noticed she was wearing a hospital gown, but that her tacky necklace remained.

“They tried to take it off, but it wouldn’t budge.” Meredith explained, seeing her daughter staring at the necklace.

“Hopefully they chop it off before I go into the MRI.” Ophelia growled, and Meredith laughed.

“Yes, my mother’s taste in jewellery has gone downhill a bit, hasn’t it?” She smirked. “Now, do you want something? Water? Food? Something to read?” Ophelia just shook her head.

“Where’s dad and Abigail?”

“Your father is taking Abigail to this comic book convention thingy.” Meredith replied. “But, if you want to see someone, I think Ashley, Sam and some of your friends are in the waiting room.” Ophelia froze up, and thought back to what she could remember from last night. She had been acting really stupid, and Ashley had only been trying to look out for her. There had been no need for her to flip out the way she had done, ands Ophelia was now beginning to feel guilty.

“I think I’ll see them later, I don’t really want to see anyone at the moment.” Ophelia whispered, and a single tear came down her face. Meredith nodded knowingly, and passed a tissue over to her daughter. Ophelia wiped it away, and thought about how she was going to make it up to her friend.

“Oh, dear, another thing I noticed.” Meredith began, but she was talking rather nervously, making Ophelia worried. “While you were sleeping, you kept muttering things, mainly about a Slender Man and you asking for help.” Ophelia’s eyes bulged, and she remembered the horrible nightmares she had been having: the strange, grey world, the dead bodies, and then the Slender Man appearing, getting ready to kill her.

“Oh, I was just having a silly nightmare.” Ophelia laughed, though it was high pitched and whiny, and Meredith knew her daughter’s fake laugh.

“Honey, if you are having sleep troubles, then-”

“Just drop it mum, alright?” Ophelia huffed. “Is there a TV in here?” Meredith wanted to keep talking about it, but Ophelia glared at her, and Meredith rolled her eyes. She grabbed the remote from the bedside table and passed it to her daughter.

“Thank you.” Ophelia said sweetly.

“Uh-huh, I’m going to get a drink.” Meredith sighed, and walked out of the room. Ophelia laughed, and looked up at the TV in the corner of the room,, ready to turn it on.

She looked into the black screen and froze, the remote clattering to the ground.

In the reflection of the TV, Ophelia could see all aspects of the room: a bathroom door to her right, the door leading into the corridor to her left, the white walls, the windows, everything. But something was in the TV that shouldn’t be there.

The Slender Man was leaning over her, shrunk down to a similar height of Doctor Jones. His long fingers were inching over her pillow, getting close to her shoulders and neck. He was smiling, just like he had done in the dream, and was looking ready to kill.

“Ophelia, what happened?” Meredith ran back into the room, and Ophelia blinked.

The Slender Man disappeared, leaving Ophelia with her heart racing, and sweat trickling down her face and the back of the neck.

“I heard a clattering noise, did you drop the remote?” Meredith asked.

“Y-y-yeah, my hand hurts from the IV.” Ophelia lied, and began shaking slightly. Meredith nodded, and picked the remote up. She turned the television on for her, and sat down in the chair. As an episode of The Simpsons began to play, Ophelia shut her eyes, and tried to gain control of her breathing, and put the horrible image of the Slender Man out of her mind.

 

[Der_Neuevenmenschen]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 2

^^
These new chapters were pretty darn good, I must say.

 

[AceTrainer14]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 4

Thanks

Time for Chapter 5 after a long delay!

Chapter Five: A Fall Through the Park

Several hours later, Ophelia was finally discharged from hospital.
She felt rather weak as Meredith and Jeremiah led her out of the nice clean hospital into the filthy car park, and walked her briskly to their car to avoid someone throwing up nearby.

But once the family got into the car, there was silence.

Ophelia felt ashamed as she sat in the back seat, resting her head against the glass, and looking at her parent’s reflections in the different mirrors. Her mother looked tense and anxious, as if she was waiting for news about a dying relative. But Jeremiah’s face was twitching, his mouth occasionally opened as he mouthed the lecture he was planning in his mind. Ophelia didn’t think he should be driving in this state, as twice he nearly hit a pedestrian crossing the road, and she was sure he had clipped the side of a parked car as they rounded a bend.

However, Ophelia didn’t want to say anything. It was the day after her sixteenth birthday, something that was meant to be one of the happiest moments of her life, yet she was already having to deal with coming out of hospital, her father being thoroughly annoyed with her, and would have to try and make it up with Ashley later. Stress wasn’t something Ophelia dealt with well, as it made her hot and sweaty and gave her acne. She just wanted her dad to let it out and it over with, and then she could move onto more pressing matters to deal with.

The Slender Man.

Twice in the past twenty four hours, the horrific fictional creature had appeared to Ophelia, and she had no idea what to make of it. The nightmare was easier to think about, as the poster Abigail had shown her could have trigged her to think that way. But the fact Ophelia had seen him in the television, in her own world, was too bizarre to think about. The sooner I get home, Ophelia thought, the sooner she could try and figure out what was wrong.

“I can’t believe you betrayed our trust like that!” Jeremiah finally snapped, his voice ringing inside the confinded space of the car. Ophelia snapped out of her thoughts, and sighed to herself: time to face the music.

“How so?” Ophelia growled, and she noticed her mother tensed up even more at this.

“For one thing, you promised us that you wouldn’t drink, and that you and your friends would be on your best behaviour!” Jeremiah yelled back. “But what happens to that deal: you go and fight with your best friend over some drink, and then you go and hospitalize yourself!”

“I wanted a drink, big deal! Nearly all of my year level goes drinking every single weekend!” Ophelia cried back. “Only goody-goods like Ashley don’t, and that’s because they won’t a good reputation!” She added, as if it was a disgusting thought.

“Well, you should take a leaf out of that girl’s book, she seems to have more sense than you!” Jeremiah roared, and it seemed that the whole car shook as he violently turned into a new street, earning himself a loud honk from another car.

“Honey, she just got out of hospital, maybe go a bit easier on her.” Meredith whispered, but backed away as Jeremiah stared angrily.

“Oh my god, how is that fair?” Ophelia wailed, and stared angrily at her parents. “How can you possibly think you can treat her like that, you scum?”

“Ophelia!” Meredith gasped, but Ophelia ignored her.

“You can’t be an abusive dickhead, and then go and tell me off for misbehaving slightly!” Jeremiah looked as if he was about to explode, and Ophelia angrily turned away, and instead looked out of the window. Tall trees were surrounding them on either side, while people ran, cycled or walked past, all of them looking like they were enjoying the large, beautiful surroundings. It was Queen Elizabeth Park, the largest one in the town, and was a great place to come and relax: no one ever bothered disturbing others, as it was far too peaceful and calm to cause any drama. Ophelia had come here multiple times during her life, and it was one of her favourite places to come, especially when she was feeling stressed.

“Let me out, now!” Ophelia hissed. Jeremiah quickly came to a halt, and gave her an icy look as she undid her buckle. Ophelia scrambled out, and slammed the door shut as loudly and as hard as possible. As the car sped off, Ophelia could see her mum shouting at her father through the windows, but she didn’t really care. Ophelia just turned around and began walking into the park.

Brown leaves crunched beneath her feet, and twigs snapped loudly, slightly spooking Ophelia. But she walked determinedly onwards, desperate to put more space between her and her father. Jeremiah Carter wasn’t always a violent man, but he could lose his temper quickly in certain situations. But, being the peppy teenager that she was, Ophelia didn’t like to dwell on these things. Whenever her parents started fighting, Ophelia was just leave the house, as simple as that. Abigail said she was weak, and would never survive in the real world with that attitude. But Ophelia knew that she could do whatever she wanted, as she was pretty and intelligent enough.

“Morning there.” Ophelia looked around, and smiled at an elderly couple that walked past.

“Hello.” Ophelia replied with a smile, and watched them as they walked further into the trees. The part of the park was in sort of like a forest: thick brown and green trees, standing very close to each other, with leaves, branches, fruit and pinecones lying around their trunks. A few metres away was the end of it, the spot where the trees opened up to a wide green field the length of three rugby stadiums. Ophelia began walking in that direction, and pulled her phone out as she did. She figured she should make it up with Ashley, as it seemed the right thing to do.

HEY ASH. D’YOU WANNA CATCH UP? Ophelia typed, and tried to read the screen in the dim light. She wasn’t paying attention to the way infront, and as Ophelia reached the edge of the forest, her foot caught on a large root.

“AHHH!” She screamed, and fell to the ground. She landed in a dirty patch, and shivered in disgust.

“Stupid bloody trees!” Ophelia huffed. Her mobile had fallen out of her hand, and she turned around onto her back, and looked around for it.

But than she saw something much worse.

There, standing in the middle of the trees, was the Slender Man.
Ophelia screamed, and moved backwards, staring at it in shock. The Slender Man had risen to be about twice her height. Multiple long black objects, sort of like arms, had sprouted from his body, and seemed to be connected to the tree. It looked exactly like a picture Abigail had once sent Ophelia as a joke, but she doubted Abigail would find this funny. The Slender Man was smiling, and had raised his two normal arms.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” Ophelia yelled, and stood up. A broken branch lay by the tree she had fallen over, and Ophelia picked it up. Even though the Slender Man looked far away, she threw it, and shut her eyes in case something bad happened. She counted to ten, and then opened them.

Thankfully, he had gone.

Ophelia smiled nervously, but her whole body was shaking, and she didn’t feel safe. She looked around, and saw her phone lying a few feet away, and picked it up. The message had sent by itself after landing, so Ophelia began walking while she waited for a reply.

But then she noticed how quiet it was.

Ophelia didn’t mind the peace at first, but after a few moments, she began to notice how odd it was.

The park’s always bloody noisy! She mumbled to herself. Ophelia stopped walking, and she began turning around.

Everyone in the park seemed to have stopped moving.

All across the park, people were lying on the ground: old, young, male, female, even pets seemed to have collapsed. Some people had fallen off bikes, other lay slumped in benches or across their picnic blankets. A couple of people appeared to be bleeding, and Ophelia suddenly noticed she was as well: the necklace appeared to have cut her when she fell, and a small stream of blood had started.

The Slender Man: he’s done this, he’s killed all of these people! Ophelia thought. She dropped her phone in the horror of the situation, and the teenager just stood there for about two minutes, looking at all the limp bodies, and wondering how he could have this. Was he punishing her for some reason? Or was he punishing all these people for something else? All Ophelia knew was that she couldn’t stay there any longer, and she turned and sprinted away, running alongside the forest and towards the central exit.

And, as she ran, Ophelia swore she saw something smile at her.

 

[Chrona]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 5

I am loving this story. Your depiction of the Slender Man is amazingly creepy,and I can't wait to see what happens next!

 

[Zekurom]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 5

You know, I'm wondering whether you could tie The Slender Man into the story of Amigara Fault.

 

[AceTrainer14]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 5

Chrona: Thank you so much I will be posting more of this after my exams are over.
Zodiac: What do you mean?

 

[Zekurom]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 5

Chrona: Thank you so much I will be posting more of this after my exams are over.
Zodiac: What do you mean?

Look up "The Enigma of Amigara Fault". And be prepared to have nightmares for a few days.

 

[AceTrainer14]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 5

I will certainly look that up after my exams

 

[AceTrainer14]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 5

Sorry for the delay, but Chapter Six has arrived!

Chapter Six: Sibling Bonding

Ophelia ran all the way home, not pausing for a second, desperate to put the horror of what she had just seen behind her. Cars honked loudly at her as she sped in front of them, thrice nearly getting hit because of this. Tears streamed down Ophelia’s face as she ran, images of the limp, dead or dying bodies flashing in her mind every time she slowed down. Ophelia could not believe that something like this had happened, but was worse was that it was her fault: The Slender Man was after her, it was clear to her now, and he had somehow killed all those people. Ophelia wanted to make him pay, but she didn’t want to see The Slender Man ever again.

Ophelia finally arrived outside her house and finally stopped, taking a minute to control her breathing and wipe away her tears. She looked around at their fabulous house as she moved up the stone pathway: the golden yellow paintwork with the white framed windows that shone in the sunlight, a rainbow of flowers planted in smart garden boxes, and many intricate stone statues and placed around the neatly trimmed lawn. On a better day Ophelia would take the time to absorb all of this in, but at the moment she just wanted to collapse on her bed and cry.

“Anyone home?” Ophelia shouted hoarsely as she opened the large front doors. There wasn’t any response, but loud music came blaring down from upstairs, and Ophelia curiously followed it to find the source of the sound. It didn’t take long for Ophelia to locate where it was coming from: Abigail had her door wide open and her radio turned to maximum volume, and was rocking out on an air guitair.

“Would you mind turning it down?” Ophelia said through stifled laughter and turned the radio off at the wall. Abigail froze as her music abruptly ended and turned to face her sister.

“No one else was here, so I’m allowed to listen to it!” She sneered. Ophelia simply shrugged and laughed and turned to leave, but Abigail suddenly jumped off her bed and grabbed her sister’s shoulder.

“Have you been crying?” Abigail asked seriously. Ophelia looked at a small hand mirror lying on Abigail’s bedside table and could see her eyes were red and blotchy, and there were black streaks down her cheeks from where she’d been crying.

“Of course not, I just got some water in my eye!” Ophelia replied quickly and wiped her face with her sleeves. Abigail didn’t look convinced, but she had learnt not to bother arguing with her older sister. Abigail turned her radio back on and turned down the volume, and signalled for Ophelia to leave. Ophelia looked around the room as she walked out: it was almost the exact opposite of her own, with plain white walls with only a few movie and band posters up, and a large bookcase that actually had books on it. Looking at the posters reminded Ophelia of the horrid one she’d received from Abigail, and suddenly a ton of questions flooded into her mind.

“Abbie, I have a few questions.” Ophelia asked. Abigail raised her eyebrows suspiciously, but Ophelia rushed forwards and sat down before she could be kicked out.

“It’s about the Slender Man, I don’t actually know anything about him.” Abigail looked a bit confused, but she shrugged and grabbed a black notebook from beside her bed. She flicked through it and finally settled on a page with a bunch of writing in it.

“I copied these notes off the internet, pretty interesting how they made such a detailed backstory up for a fictional character.” Ophelia laughed a little oddly, and Aibgail gave her another curious look before reading. “So, from what I’ve read, The Slender Man goes after children, and it moves at night or creates fog to cloak itself. It is seen most regularly in forests, woods or in areas where children congregate. It can stretch his body as long as possible, and it can create tendril sort of things from its finger, which can help in trapping foes.” Abigail stopped reading and looked at her sister, but Ophelia didn’t notice: her mind was reeling from what she’d just been told.

“That’s really interesting.” Ophelia mumbled. She couldn’t help but think about how horrible this was: The Slender Man could create fog, moves around in the dark, can grow to great heights and trap her with ten drills! How was she meant to be stop that if the Slender Man came after her again?

“Ophelia, are you alright?” Abigail asked. “You’ve been acting really weird ever since your birthday, it’s beginning to worry me.” Ophelia just smiled and nodded, trying to put the bad thoughts out of her mind. But something Abigail had just said clicked in her head.

“Wait, my birthday, what do you mean?” She asked, but Abigail just shrugged.

“I dunno, you’ve just acted different.” She answered. “You were really happy when you woke up and got your presents, but than you were grouchy after you got back from Grandma’s, and then you…” But Ophelia stopped listening and looked at herself in the hand mirror again.

And there was the necklace, shining as light reflected off the mirror onto it.

Ophelia had been unable to take the hideous necklace off since she got it, which had been on the day of her birthday. Was there something wrong with the necklace that was causing the Slender Man to appear? Was the necklace important to it, or did it just make Ophelia more appealing?

“Thanks for all your help, I appreciate it.” Ophelia boomed a little too loudly and then turned and ran down the stairs.

“Wait, where are you going?” Abigail called after her, but Ophelia ignored her. She grabbed the keys to Meredith’s Santa Fe and rushed into the garage.

It was time to pay her grandma a visit.

 

[AceTrainer14]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 6

Chapter Seven: A Grandmother’s Love

The weather had taken a turn for the worse as Ophelia sped towards the Green Meadows Retirement Village. It had been nice and sunny earlier in the day, but grey clouds had begun to move in, slowly getting darker and darker. A storm was predicted to strike in only a few hours, and people were being warned to head home in case it got serious.

But Ophelia only had one thing on her mind.

Her grandmother had given her the necklace, and only a few hours later she had begun to feel ill and collapse. The necklace was stuck and couldn’t be removed, and Ophelia couldn’t help but suspect something.

The Met Service has just announced that the winds will be stronger than they originally suspected. These stronger winds could cause more- The radio said, but Ophelia angrily turned it off. She didn’t want any distractions: she wanted to focus on getting to the retirement home and finding out the truth. She even refused to look in the mirrors, not wanting to risk seeing the Slender Man.

Pick up your phone Ophelia…. Pick up your phone Ophelia….

Ophelia looked down at mobile, lying on the passenger seat. Her personalized ring tone continued to sound as the screen flashed, revealing that her mother was trying to call her. Ophelia declined the call and turned her phone off, narrowly avoiding hitting another car as she did this. Ophelia knew how much trouble she would get into when she got home, but she had to do this….

A few minutes later Ophelia slowed down as she approached the gates that enclosed the retirees inside their little village. The black daunting gates stood in her way, preventing her from moving on. A middle aged security guard in a green uniform approached her car, and Ophelia sighed and reluctantly put the windows down.

“Hello little lady,” the aging man said joyfully. “What are you doing here are this hour?”

“My grandma, Beatrice, phoned home saying that she was feeling nervous.” Ophelia automatically explained, having decided on the lie on her way over. “We are very worried for her mental health, so I came here straight away.” The security guard looked concerned and Ophelia had to hold back a smile, pleased with how convincing she sounded.

“Okay then, I guess I’ll have to let you in!” The security guard said, and he moved towards the walls and punched in a code. The gates rolled aside with a slight squealing noise, and Ophelia thanked the man as she raced in, moving a few kilometres above the speed limit. None of the elderly residents were out, staying indoors following the bad weather warnings. Ophelia felt comfortable with flawing it, and could easily say she was speeding as she was concerned. As soon as she saw her grandmother’s plain white flat, Ophelia slammed on the brakes, the Santa Fe skidded to a halt. Not even bothering to park properly, Ophelia got out and slammed the door, and began marching over the dead tulips and up the ramp.

“Grandma, open up, it’s Ophelia!” She called sweetly, but she was banging on the door as loudly and forcefully as possible. For two minutes she knocked on the door, the whole thing rattling as if it was about to fall off. The wind began to pick up as she stood there, and as the first drops of rain began to fall the door swung open.

“Ophelia, what are you doing here dressed like that?” Beatrice asked, her wrinkled face twisted up in curiosity and anger. Ophelia ignored her and barged into the hallway and began walking determinedly towards the living room.

“What do you think you’re doing young lady?” Beatrice squawked as she followed after in her dressing gown and slippers. Ophelia stopped once they got into the dimly lit living room. Some light was coming in through the big windows in the office area, but the stormy weather and the bare walls made the light seem creepy.

“This necklace, where did you get it from?” She shrieked, clutching the hideous necklace that was still stuck around her neck. Beatrice leant against a wall, a shocked hand over her face.

“I got it from a market, the lady said it had been imported in from China!” The elderly lady replied, appalled at her granddaughter’s reaction. “She said that it was part of a series of necklaces.”

“Which market?” Ophelia hissed. “Flea market, black market, or was it really some behind-the-alley sort of deal?” Wind and rain began pattering the metal roof, adding a dramatic thundering effect to the tense situation.

“It was a beach market a few weeks ago, nothing dodgy about it!” Beatrice insisted. “Are you accusing me or something, is there something wrong with the necklace?”

“I’ve been having hallucinations, I’ve been feeling unwell!” Ophelia replied, and she stared around, making sure the Slender Man wasn’t around. “And I can’t get it off, but I guess that was part of your plan, wasn’t it?”

“What plan, what are you talking about?” Beatrice said hysterically. Ophelia wasn’t getting the answers she was expecting, but she could tell Beatrice had wanted this to happen, she must have.

“You gave me this necklace as…. as…. as a punishment, that must be it!” Ophelia said. She began walking around the room as she thought, holding the necklace in her hand. “You did something to the clip so I couldn’t get it off again. It’s must be doing something to me, like electrifying me or poisoning me or something sick like that!” Beatrice couldn’t take it any more and she slumped forwards onto a coffee table as her knees gave way. Ophelia ignored her and kept walking. There must be clues somewhere in the house, like an address to where she brought the necklace.

“You can hide your secrets from me!” Ophelia shouted, and she ran towards the bookcase and began flicking through books for clues. Beatrice began sobbing, and deep down Ophelia felt a little guilty. But she had to do this, she had to find why this was happening. Ophelia rummaged over a desk in the office area, throwing practically everything onto the floor. Receipts, medical bills, letters from doctors…. Nothing was there! Ophelia roared and turned around, wondering if she had dropped anything on the floor behind her.

She froze.

The Slender Man was staring at her.

Ophelia screamed and grabbed the office chair. The Slender Man was staring at her from outside, raising a long pale hand, his mouth twisted in a wicked smile. Beatrice screamed as well as Ophelia smashed the chair through the window and then tossed it aside, grabbing a piece of shattered glass.

“Get out of my house right now you demented girl!” Beatrice wailed, and Ophelia turned to see her grandmother had picked up her ancient phone. “I’m calling the police and then your parents! I can’t believe your doing this!”

“Don’t try and back out of what you’ve done now!” Ophelia yelled, and she ran towards her grandmother who was shaking too much to dial the phone. Ophelia grabbed the phone and smashed it against the wall. Beatrice wailed and turned to run, but Ophelia grabbed onto her grandmother, brandishing the shard of glass above her head.

“Just tell me the truth, what are you doing to me!” Ophelia shouted. She pointed out through the broken. “Are you working with this man? Why did you send him after me? ANSWER ME!”

“I don’t know what your talking about!” Beatrice wailed weakly, tears streaming down her face. “No one is there!”

“DON’T LIE!” Ophelia screamed. She hated what had happened to her, and she wasn’t going to let her grandmother lie to her anymore. “He’s right there, just look!” Beatrice just shook her head, sobbing in a painful manner. “LOOK!” Ophelia screamed again and pushed her grandmother forwards, hoping she would see the man.

But didn’t expect what happened next.

Beatrice was already weak from her bad bones and not doing much with herself, and she had been feeling weak ever since Ophelia had arrived. Her knees buckled completely as she was pushed forwards, and the elderly woman couldn’t stop herself in time. Ophelia could only watch as Beatrice fell onto the coffee table face first, the sound of her forehead hitting the edge louder than the wind whistling through the broken window. Beatrice fell onto the carpet, her eyes shut and her mouth open. Her head turned onto a funny angle, and she simply lay there, not saying a word.

“Beatrice…. Grandma….” Ophelia whispered nervously, taking a step backwards. Her grandmother didn’t respond: she didn’t speak, she didn’t move, she just lay there. “No…. this can’t have happened… she can’t have…” Ophelia hissed, and she dropped the glass on the floor having completely forgotten where it came from. The sound of the glass hitting the carpet quickly reminded her, and Ophelia turned towards the window, half expecting the evil figure to be waiting for her.

No one was there.

Ophelia began to cry as she realised what had happened. The Slender Man hadn’t been there, he possibly had never been there. She was going crazy, losing her mind completely.

And she had just killed her grandmother for no reason.

 

[AceTrainer14]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 7

Chapter Eight: Covers and Uncovering

Ophelia stared down at her grandmothers lifeless body, unsure what to say, not knowing what to do. She had just killed someone, someone she had known all her life, someone that was her own flesh and blood. Beatrice looked like she could have been sleeping by the way she had fallen, but Ophelia couldn’t try and trick herself to think something else: her grandmother had died, and it was all her fault. The wind and rain were coming in through the smashed window, bringing the low temperature down even further.

Ophelia began shivering as she huddled together in the foetal position. Ophelia had no idea what she should do right now: turn herself in or flee and try and cover things up? She had to choose between facing jail or facing a life of lies, and Ophelia wasn’t sure if she could possibly handle either of these things. She only had a few minutes to decide: her parents would probably be looking for her, the security guard knew she was here and someone was sure to find out eventually. The longer Ophelia stayed here, the worse things would get, but Ophelia couldn’t bring herself to stand up, the shock of what she had done weighing her down.

“What a pickle you’ve got yourself in.”

Ophelia froze.

The voice that had hissed those words was icy cold, and each syllable seemed to be wrapped around evil. Ophelia’s whole body was shaking now, and she turned around slowly, trying to see a source of the noise. A small mirror hung over her Beatrice’s desk, the tiny thing used to check her makeup. Staring at her through the reflective glass the chalk white, lifeless face of the Slender Man, his jagged mouth twisted in a devious smile. Ophelia screamed and leapt up, staring at the mirror with bulging, fearful eyes.

“YOU MADE ME DO THIS!” She roared at the mirror, and the Slender Man began chuckling coldly. “GO AWAY, STOP FOLLOWING ME!” Ophelia screamed again, but the taunting face remained there, mocking her. Ophelia screeched and, not knowing what else to do, grabbed the mirror and threw it against the ground. The whole thing shattered against the floor, shards of glass flying everywhere and Ophelia stomped down on the wooden back. She was now breathing deeply, staring down at the broken mirror and hoping the Slender Man was gone. Suddenly, something in her mind came together like a jigsaw puzzle: she stared between Beatrice, the broken window and than the broken mirror. A foul idea formed in her mind, but it was Ophelia’s only option: she faked a robbery.

Moving swiftly and without much thought, Ophelia reached into her grandmother’s handbag and put on a pair of gloves to cover her fingerprints. She then emptied the bag, sending tons of makeup and a cigarette lighter on the floor but no wallet. Ophelia had to make it look like a robber had come into the house, killed Beatrice and knocked Ophelia unconscious. In order to make it look bad, she ran around the apartment, destroying practically everything in sight: she smashed photographs and small items, ripped open cupboards and drawers and scattered their contents across the floor. Ophelia upended several small desks and threw more chairs around, several of them shattering as they smashed against the wall. The bookcase came crashing down with a heavy push, most of the books already on the wall, and appliances in the kitchen were ripped from the wall and thrown through the windows. Ophelia began having rather twisted fun as she demolished the tiny apartment: she had always hated coming here as there was never anything to do, and she gleefully threw an old pot threw the TV.

She ran into the hallway leading to the bedroom, kitchen and a study. The study was covered with tons of papers that had been scattered around over the years, along with a spare bed and a desk. Ophelia used the cigarette lighter to set fire to several different sections of paper, the curtains, bed and desk. They dry room erupted into orange flames within seconds, and Ophelia allowed the room to burn as she headed into the bathroom. She smashed the medicine cabinet and scattered pills across the floor. She then grabbed a jumper and shoved it down the toilet, and then put plugs in the bathtub and sink. Ophelia planned to flood the bathroom, and quickly turned the taps on and flushed the toilet As water began to fill and spill out of their containments, Ophelia rushed back into the hall and looked up at the ceiling fan above her: it was too high up for her to damage, so she instead headed towards the bedroom.

The bedroom hadn’t changed at all since Beatrice had lived here: a large old double bed in the middle of the room, the floor covered with mounds of papers, clothing, old treasures and rubbish. A large wardrobe was open, more clothing and mess hidden away here, and a set of drawers stood in the corner. Here was where Ophelia felt guilty as she began tearing clothes and upending the drawers without pausing: the valuable stuff that had been in her family for decades was all in this room, and she was going to destroy it for own selfish gain.

It has to be done, I can’t go to jail… Ophelia thought, and she smashed one of several priceless china jewellery boxes. Precious earrings, necklaces and brooches spilled out amongst the mess, along with several hundred dollar bills that made up Beatrice’s savings. Ignoring the beautiful jewellery, Ophelia smashed the other two boxes and gathered everything that had been inside them up. She would have liked to take some, but it was better to hide it all, so Ophelia pulled the mattress cover up and hid the jewels in between the mattress and the bed, tucking the sheets back in roughly to cover it up. Smoke was now trickling in from the study, and the fire alarms suddenly began wailing dramatically around her.

“Shit!” Ophelia cursed, and she remembered Beatrice once telling her off for burning some food because a fire alarm rang in the main office as well. The security guards would be here soon, and Ophelia needed to make it look like she had been injured as well. Covering her mouth with her sleeve, Ophelia ran out into the hall.

The fire had spread quickly, being fuelled by the dry walls and all the papers in the room. The fire had begun eating through the rest of the house, but it was now colliding with the soggy carpet. Ophelia stared briefly into the bathroom, the bath tub and toilet overflowing and the sink close to being pushed off. She then looked back into the roaring orange and yellow flames that had increased the temperature dramatically and cancelling out the storm effects. She threw the money she had found into the flames, and then tossed the gloves in as well, effectively destroying all evidence as the fire consumed them both.

Now, I need to knock myself out… Ophelia mumbled, and then coughed violently as the smoke began to cloud her vision and fill her lungs. Ophelia didn’t want to injure herself too badly in case there were side effects, so she decided to take a running go at the walls. Abigail had knocked herself out once when they’d been running, and it was her best shot at doing this. Ophelia waded through the water, which was now over her ankles, and paused by the bathtub. She could easily run through and smash her head into the wall, and then the fire brigade would find her and save her.

Here goes nothing Ophelia thought and she began to run at full speed, her head down like a battering ram. She was about to hit the doorframe when suddenly she lost her balance on the wet, slippery floor, slipping over onto her back. The teenager slid across the tiles, screaming, and landed in back in the hallway where she came to a stop. The smoke and heat were getting more intense, and Ophelia began coughing worse than ever.

How can things get any worse? Ophelia thought sadly, just as she had a creak and a crack from above. Ophelia looked upwards in horror as something large and white came towards her through the smoke. She cried out as the fan landed on her chest, followed by some bits of roofing that hit her on the head. The fire was destroying the old frames, and the ceiling couldn’t hold the heavy fan up anymore. Ophelia tried to lift the fan up which seemed to be burning her chest, but she struggling to breathe due to her lungs being crushed and the smoke. The ceiling pieces and smoke were making her dizzy and giddy, and Ophelia couldn’t stay awake any longer. As she began to black out, distant sirens wailing outside, Ophelia saw a pale face slowly appear above her, clearly visible with the smoke and fire behind the face.

“You have no idea what damage you’ve done,” The Slender Man laughed, his voice high and cruel. Ophelia tried to cry out, but only a heavy cough only came out instead as her vision began to darken. She could hear shouts coming from nearby, she could see the thin black fingers of the malicious man getting close to her face, she could only smell the smoke from the fire that was quickly consuming the flat…

And that was all she could remember before Ophelia slipped into unconsciousness.

 

[AceTrainer14]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 8

Chapter Nine: A Murderous Decision

Once again, Ophelia found herself waking up in hospital.

She let out a groan as she blinked her eyes open, though found she was unable to stare around. Like last time, a single light was like a blaring spotlight shining in her blurry eyes. Her hearing was no better, with the distant sounds of footsteps echoing around inside her head. Loud beeps and the crackly sound of a TV set were not helping, and Ophelia was beginning to feel distressed: her chest felt like it was being crushed tightly, her ribs nearly driving into her muscles, and the pain was excruciating. Ophelia tried to move her arms, but it simply caused more shooting pains in her chest, and the same spasm happened when she tried titling her legs.

What’s going on, why am I here? Ophelia thought fearfully, her heart racing as the noises continued to sound around her. She could feel something covering her face and nose, but she couldn’t see any of it due to her blurred vision. Ophelia was beginning to get frightened and she dug her nails into the sides of the bed she was in, worrying what was happening to her.

“Ophelia… Ophelia… Ophelia, you need to calm down! Can you hear me… Ophelia?”

The teenager stirred and managed to look down, surprised to see a familiar face: it was Doctor Jones, the same doctor from her last hospital visit. She tried to same something, but the doctor pulled his torch out again.

“So good to see you’re awake, we were getting worried.” The suave doctor explained. “Now, I just need to see if your head is feeling alright.” Ophelia could barely talk, but she shut her eyes in pain as the torch appeared over them, feeling like hot knives driving through her pupils. Doctor Jones frowned as he turned the torch off, and stare so close to Ophelia’s face that she began to freak out.

“I may wait for your eyes to adjust, I don’t think you would have had a concussion from this incident.” He explained calmly. “However, you have suffered from serious smoke inhalation and two cracked rubs, but thankfully you don’t have any internal bleeding. There’s some slight bruising around your breast and stomach, but that should clear up within a few weeks.” Ophelia tried to say something, but she broke down into a coughing fit. Doctor Jones removed the thing covering her mouth and nose, and Ophelia realised it was a breathing mask that she had seen many times on television: in her sudden fear she hadn’t realised what it was.

“Don’t talk to much, you will still have a sore throat for a while to come.” Doctor Jones explained, and Ophelia nodded as her coughing managed to come to an uneasy cough.

“What happened to me, how did I get in here?” Ophelia asked in an extremely hoarse whisper, sounding more like a leaking pipe than her normal voice. Doctor Jones face suddenly slumped, his calm smile being replaced by an uneasy, cautious expression that made Ophelia’s heart fall: it was the sort of look he would have given to a family after a relative passed away.

“I’m not sure the whole details, but the paramedics explained things to me briefly, and so did the police once you were stable.” The handsome doctor continued, and Ophelia looked shocked. Why had the police been involved, had she done something wrong? At that moment, Ophelia suddenly remembered something: she had been in her mother’s car, driving somewhere, though she couldn’t quite remember where. And… fire… there had been lots of fire….

“All I know is that you were retrieved from your grandmother’s flat, and a security guard found you being crushed by a ceiling fan that collapsed on you.” Doctor Jones explained uneasily. “There was a fire raging through the apartment, which had been trashed, and one security guard pulled you outside while others called all three emergency services.” Ophelia was remembering now: she had gone to her grandmother’s flat, going to confront her about the necklace, but had found the Slender Man there and flipped out. “There’s something else Ophelia…” Doctor Jones continued, and Ophelia could hear the uncertainty in his voice. “It’s your grandmother… she was found lying on the floor… dead.”

“What!” Ophelia gasped, but she quickly burst into another coughing fit. Doctor Jones slipped the breathing mask over her mouth and nose again, and Ophelia suddenly burst out into tears. She was not crying for the seemingly sudden news, she was crying because of what she had done: Ophelia had murdered her grandmother in her fit of rage, and had completely destroyed her old flat, nearly killing herself in the process, simply to cover her tracks. How could it have all gone so horribly wrong? Ophelia struggled to hold back, letting her tears consume her, not even worrying about the pain throughout her body anymore: she just couldn’t take her guilt.

“I think I’ll leave you alone for now, give you some time to grieve privately.” Doctor Jones said, and he turned to leave the room. But Ophelia suddenly realise something, her weeping coming to an abrupt halt. She remembered something the doctor had said only a few moments ago: he had spoken briefly to police. That meant that the police could still be here, waiting to talk to her about what happened…

All this would have been worthless if they manage to catch me out… Ophelia thought quickly, wiping her tears away. I need to act quickly: they’ll be nice to me if I only just woke up and am in pain. If I let them get the upper hand, they could tear me to shreds. Ophelia managed to raise her left arm, which didn’t cause as much pain, and she banged it against the side of the bed. She raised her head and saw Doctor Jones turn, and he rushed back and removed her mask.

“I remember what happened…” Ophelia whispered, trying to put on a convincing, frightened act. However, she really just wanted to get things over with and put the flat behind her.

“Are you certain?” Doctor Jones asked seriously. “You didn’t seem to a second ago.”

“It all came back to me, like a wave washed over me!” Ophelia said seriously, her voice already getting strained. “I need to get this over with, they need to find who killed my grandmother!” Doctor Jones nodded, and he turned and rushed out of the room, presumably to find the police. Ophelia let out a sigh of relief and grabbed the mask from on her chest, taking a few healthy puffs of air. But as Ophelia touched her chest, she realised something was missing. She felt around her neck and was delighted to find her tacky necklace had been destroyed: the fan must have destroyed it beyond repair.

“Yes!” Ophelia whispered in delight, and she caressed her neck where the chain had once been like a hangman’s noose, pleased to finally be rid of it. There was the sound of footsteps, and two uniformed policemen of both genders came in with Doctor Jones.

“Hello there Ophelia, how are you feeling?” The male said calmly. He had grey hair and was rather wrinkled, but he came across as nice as he smiled down at her, placing a tape recorder on her bedside table. The woman was younger, with long dyed red hair and a slightly pudgy appearance.

“I’m alright, though I’m still in pain.” Ophelia replied, putting a sad voice on as she gave the two puppy dog eyes. The policeman nodded while his female colleague took a pen and ad out to help copy notes down.

“We just need to ask you a few questions about what happened at your grandmother’s flat.” The policeman explained calmly as he turned the tape recorder on. But as soon as it went click, Ophelia opened her mouth: she couldn’t hold it in any longer, so had to let her guilt come out.

“I wanted desperately to ask my grandmother some questions about the necklace I was wearing, because I was afraid that it was this cursed locket I had seen in school.” Ophelia began saying before she could be asked a question. “I was really worried so I took my mum’s car in order to get there. The security let me in so I had no idea there would be trouble. However, I opened the door to find someone was in there! I’m not sure how, but there was just this man!” The policeman looked rather shocked at this, and he made sure his female counterpart was copying this down. Ophelia smiled to herself: her plan was working.

“I tried to run, but the man threatened my grandmother and than shoved me into the bathroom as he began destroying everything.” Ophelia continued, forcing her body to shake. “I heard tons of things smashing and heard him yelling at my grandma!” Ophelia let out a loud sob, but was glad she had worked this in. If anyone had heard her screaming at Beatrice, this information would disprove her role. “Than the man set the flat on fire! I think he started in the study, there was lots of flammable stuff in there. I clogged the toilets and bath in a desperate hope to put the flames out. But than I managed to get the door opened and I ran out, trying to see what was happening, when I slipped over. And that was when the fan landed on me and I fainted.”

“Well…” The policeman said, looking a bit astounded. He looked at his partner, who was furiously scribbling down what Ophelia had said, trying hard to get it all down. There was a bit of an awkward silence as they thought of how to react, so Ophelia used the silence to repeat her story inside her head making sure she knew every fake deal of the incident. They seemed to believe her, which was a good thing, though Ophelia hoped they didn’t dive too far into the story.

“We need a description of the man.” The policewoman said. Ophelia nodded and began racking her brains to try and think of a description. Should she go for plain and simple, or make some really extravagant person that they’d never be able to catch?

“Tut, tut, tut, lying to the police! I’m not surprised, but how could you do such a thing?” Ophelia suddenly froze up, her heart skipping a beat as the ice cold voice washed over her. She can feel the temperature dropping, could feel her body tensing up. She could hear the policeman asking what was wrong, but her hearing seemed to be shutting off like the rest of her body.

“I’m sorry, weren’t you expecting me to come back?” The voice hissed again, and then it laughed, sending cruel, high pitched laughter echoing throughout the room and inside Ophelia’s head. She looked around in terror, expecting the Slender Man to be looming over her, his hands raised and ready to slash down, the policeman pulling his gun out and readying to shoot him.

But nothing was there.

“Sl-Sl-Slender Ma-man…” Ophelia whimpered, looking around frantically. But no one was there: no one ready to kill her, no one hiding in the shadows, just a bunch of machines and the two startled police officers.

“So it was a thin man?” The policewoman asked, jotting this down. Ophelia nodded and collapsed back into her bed, and before she knew it tears were streaming down her face. She couldn’t help it and couldn’t control it, and heard the police officers leap up uncertainly.

“Thank you for this… we’ll return in a little while.” The policeman said softly, and Ophelia watched through her tears as the two left, whispering quickly to each other. She rolled over onto her side and began moaning, the tears dripping onto the sheets. The laughter continued to eco inside her head, and Ophelia knew what this meant.

The necklace hadn’t been what had brought the Slender Man to her.

The Slender Man was here to stay.

 

[Legacy]

Re: Slender Minded- Chapter 9

I love the description and flow of your story, and your characterization of the slender man is absolutely awesome! A few minor grammar issues but very few and nothing major.

Overall, I will be interested to see how this ends up.