Jack Goldstein - Slenderman, Slenderman - And Other Terrifying Tales

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SLENDERMAN, SLENDERMAN

And Other Terrifying Tales

by

Jack Goldstein

Publisher Information

Published in 2012 by

Andrews UK Limited

www.andrewsuk.com

The right of Jack Goldstein to be identified as the Author of this Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998

Copyright 2012 Jack Goldstein

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Disclaimer: The author and the publisher can accept no responsibility for heart conditions or any other medical issue caused by the reading of these stories

Authors Note

When I was around six or seven years old, I remember reading a book by Jan Mark called Nothing To Be Afraid Of . It had a huge impact on me - and not just because it kept me from sleeping well for at least a couple of weeks.

Despite the fact that I first read that book many, many years ago, I can still remember the story that scared me the most almost word for word. Im not going to tell you more as I dont want to spoil the surprise, but I highly recommend you get hold of a copy of it. I read it again as an adult, and it still made me scared to look down the staircase from my landing...

As for my writings - well, if I can give just one person the same kind of pleasure - and horror - that I got from that book all that time ago, then I am happy with that.

So thank you for buying this collection - I hope you enjoy it!

Daniels Dark Stories

I

Mum, Daniels teasing me again!

What is it this time, Matthew?

He says Slendermans going to get me!

You know darling that theres no such thing as Slenderman, hes just being silly. Isnt that right, Daniel?

There IS such a thing as Slenderman, and his slender arms are going to catch Matthew and...

ENOUGH! Matthew, there is NO such thing as Slenderman, and Daniel you can go to your room for telling tales.

Now Daniel was pretty sure there was no such thing as Slenderman, and he didnt really mind going to his room. He had achieved what he wanted to - in that his little brother would not be sleeping well tonight - and anyway, his room was where his Playstation was, and that suited him just fine.

You see, Daniel wasnt a very nice boy. What he enjoyed most of all was teasing and scaring other people. Oh, his little brother was easy enough, but he had a hundred-and-one tales that he knew about, enough to scare even the most sceptical children at school. And, believe me, he did just that on a daily basis.

Daniel didnt really have friends, but people listened to him when he told stories - a strange fascination with the macabre perhaps, or maybe to laugh at another child who was scared by one of his tall tales. But when they went home, they wouldnt peek out of the curtain on a dark night for fear of seeing just what theyd been told about.

Slenderman was Daniels current dish of the day, however this was just the latest in a long list of favourites. Take, perhaps, last week when he scared Bethany Jones (one of the most sensible girls at school) witless with the story of Jenny Greenteeth.

Have you ever seen algae or weed on the surface of a pond, making it look like a nicely kept lawn? Well, some people call that Jenny Greenteeth. However, the truth - according to Daniel - was much darker than that. You see, if an unsuspecting child crept up to the waters edge to take a closer look, a hideous hag with jagged green teeth and decomposing limbs would jump out and pull the unfortunate soul underneath the surface until they succumbed to the ultimate fate.

Now, we all know Jenny Greenteeth isnt real. And neither is Slenderman. At least, thats what we tell ourselves. After all, if these two nightmarish creatures could exist, what else could be out there?

And thats how Daniel could tell these stories without getting scared himself. All he did was remind himself that there was no possible way that monsters were hiding under the bed, witches and werewolves lurking in the shadows, or fetid putridness lying in wait beneath the surface of the village pond.

II

Tell us more about Slenderman, Daniel.

You sure you want to hear more?

Yes! the class said in chorus. Jimmy Russell was a little more hesitant, but joined in anyway. He was certain that when he had walked home the other night, a really tall guy had been walking silently behind him, so he had made a run for it. There was nothing more than that, but it was disconcerting enough. But he didnt want to seem to be the odd one out, so he joined in with the rest of the childrens pleading to hear more. After all, what else was there to do whilst Mr Malinko had gone to get a laptop from the IT department after his had broken down (of course, a teacher couldnt conduct a lesson without having the answers in front of him, could he?).

OK then. Now you know he is about two or three times as tall as a normal man?

Yeeees .

and his arms and legs are long and thin, like branches on a tree?

Yeeees .

Well, he doesnt just kill you. He... well... he does things to you.

Oh my god! What like? Jimmy said.

Jimmys scared! said one boy.

Baby, baby! a girl said, quite childishly - maybe because she was pretty frightened as well.

Well, he cuts you open..

Euuurgh !

and he takes your organs out...

Yuck !

And then he wraps them in moleskin and puts them back into your body.

Thats horrible !

But the worst thing is... youre still alive when hes doing this to you. You feel everything!

It was too much for Jimmy. He started to cry and ran towards the classroom door, which - as he was approaching it - creaked open.

Oh no, its the Slenderman! shouted Daniel.

Thankfully however, it wasnt. It was Mr Malinko, returning with his laptop. Not that this made any difference to Jimmy, who had at this point passed out from fear.

Whats this all about? asked the teacher.

No idea, sir. Said Daniel, with a big smile on his face.

III

It was just Paula who walked home with Daniel. It may have been that everyone else had had enough of the scary stories for one day, or perhaps that they would get in trouble for encouraging the tall tales if the truth about Jimmys scare got out.

But Daniel was on form.

Have you ever heard of a will-o-the-wisp? he asked Paula.

I dont think so, no, whats that? she asked with some trepidation.

Well, theyre pretty rare now - what with most people living in towns rather than the countryside, but in days gone by they were quite common.

OK...

You see, it was very easy to get bogged down in marshy ground, and with no mobile phones back in the olden days, once you were stuck, thats where youd stay - until you died of starvation and completely sunk into the marsh.

Thats horrid!

Ah, but thats not the scary bit.

Its not?

No. You see, on marshy ground you would sometimes get little lights floating above particularly deep patches. Now, some people would say these were pockets of gas which would spontaneously ignite, and burn for a while. But the truth is a lot stranger.

It is?

Yes. Because whether that was true or not, if someone did lose their way in the marshes and meet a sticky end, the very next day there would be an extra light !

Paula let out a gasp. So, the souls of dead people manifest themselves as sort of floating orbs of light?

Something like that, yes, thats what the old folk thought.