Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Oh damn you to hell Treeman!

Fuck fuck fuck!

This is your doing isn't it Slender!?

This is where you disappeared to!?

Okay fuck calm down...

There's a police officer at my door and the fears have all disappeared from sight including the campers and puppets leaving me alone with a dead hobo on my couch and what will undoubtedly appear to be a dead stripper or prostitute in my bedroom. Do I answer the door? Do I petend I'm not home? Why is she even here?! What did the Slenderman tell them to make them send someone. Is it something routine or something big? Did he tell them I had bodies here? I can't just hide or they'll merely come back in force later... Fuck...

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