>>890I shouldn't go in the forest? Hmm, maybe, but it's hard to explain. After a few weeks I just get.. urges, you know? Suddenly, somehow, I'm reminded of it. It stays in my head and lurks around, becoming increasingly evident until I go and come back to the forest. I don't really know why this happens, either.
Yes, I would like to be taught what you know. You sound like you'd have experience on it and I would appreciate anything.
I returned back to his forest last night. When I arrived there, he was there again, behind me. A tendril wrapped around my wrist,to which it then sank into my arm and created what looked like to be lightning strike scars in my flesh. However, in a blink it was gone again and I was left with his tendril on my wrist. The tendril rose up and wrapped around my neck, choking me slightly before lightening up so I could breathe. He pulled me over to a different direction than our usual gnarled-tree meeting spot.
He took me to an old house. It looked rickety and ready to fall apart into dust, bone-dry and unsteady. Slenderman had to kneel down to head inside, and I followed. Inside where two children, maybe 14 years of age, a girl and a boy. They were huddling together in the dirt floor, wearing big holey sweaters and pants. I don't know what in particular, but something was off and just slightly inhuman about them. They also looked to be little more than skin and bones themselves, and from what I could see from the holes in their clothes and their faces/necks, their bodies were covered in lightning scars and bruises. The two children leaped up immediately to slenderman, hugging him in a kind of silent worship of sorts. They didn't even notice me. I said that these kids needed to be fed. If they didn't have food soon, they would die. But he said nothing back to me. While he tended to the kids, I began to climb the stairs of the house.
I don't know what I saw upon reaching the second floor. I don't think my mind could really comprehend it. All I know is that it was wrong, horribly wrong, it just felt wrong in the deepest part of my bones. I felt more than I saw slenderman come up behind me. A tendril went around my neck, then around my mouth and nose, suffocating me. My mind was suddenly filled with static, white noise, the sound of nails on chalkboard scratching against the inside of my skull. I remember struggling, then falling unconscious. When I came to, he was dragging me by my arm to our tree. When he noticed me awake, he pulled me up by the chest. I remember feeling so exhausted suddenly, tired beyond belief. I asked him about the children, and he put in my head the image of the children being there for far longer than they should be able to, in some eternal starvation. He carried me to the tree and gingerly brushed away some leaves, laying me into the dirt at the foot of the tree. It was at that point I went to "sleep" in the dream, and fell into one of my "normal" dreams.
