The slender man

There it is again! What is that thing?! I can't take this anymore. It's like everywhere I go all I see is this horrible, tall, thin and seemingly faceless creature. It's been haunting my dreams as well ever since I first saw it; all it does is stand there, and watch me. I can't shake this constant feeling of being watched, it's like I'm never alone. I hate it. I can't sleep, I can't go outside, and I can't function as a normal person anymore without... It being there. I done a lot of research on it the last couple of days, Googling what I can best describe it as. All I could remember was it being an impossibly tall, thin man. I say impossibly because no human could be that height and that thin, it's just not goddamn natural. I tried my best to remember its face, I figured that would help narrow the search, but there wasn't one. I have no memory of seeing this thing's face. It was always just a blur. But then, I could never look at it long enough without feeling uneasy. I usually just walked in the other direction or something. Or if it was a dream, or a nightmare at that, I would always wake up before I could get a clear look. Well, the search provided me with something called 'The Slenderman'. What the fuck is a Slenderman? This mythical creature is the thing that's been stalking me? No, it can't be. I refuse to believe it. I've not left my house in two days. I've been held up reading all these Slenderman stories and accounts. Needless to say sleep has eluded me for the duration. Nothing's going right anymore. I think I've angered it by not letting it in my dreams. I keep hearing banging on the windows late at night, and creaking of the floorboards as I'm lying in bed. I know they say houses do that on their own, but this is different. The creaks aren't that of the house settling, there's weight behind them. Like soft footsteps. However, every time I go to look there's nothing there, but when I re-enter my room I always get the sensation I'm being watched. Tell me, have you ever been sitting in a room by yourself, windows and door closed, when suddenly the door opens for no reason? I think everyone has, but I'm different. I swear it's not the draft; I've had all the windows locked for about a week now. I'm not one to believe in ghosts or anything of the sort, but this just has an eerie feel to it. Whenever the door spontaneously opens, it gets noticeably colder in the room. The second I leave the room however, all the other rooms are back to normal, so it's not like my thermostat's on the brink. Any room however, except my own. My room has been getting cold recently, real cold. I've resorted to lighting candles all around the room to try and heat up the place. I don't know what's happening; I'm starting to lose it. I went outside for the first time in over a week today. I thought maybe my delusions were coming from being cooped up and spending too much time scaring myself reading about the Slenderman. I went through my day to day life, as best I could and to my surprise, no sightings of that...thing. Everything was going fine, in fact, I was starting to forget about the whole thing. That is, until I was heading home. I was walking through the woods, trying to take in as much fresh air as possible before I went home, when I stumbled across a piece of paper lying there on the middle of the footpath. I'd normally have just written it off to be some litter left by someone, but it was crisp white. It looked like it had been carefully placed there, no longer than perhaps 20 minutes ago. I picked it up and turned it over. It was a drawing. A drawing of that thing, the Slenderman. A very crude sketch depicted him with the words 'NO NO NO NO NO NO NO' scribbled down the sides of the page. As I tried to decipher the page the clouds quickly darkened, turning to a heavy black. I best get home quick before the rain hits, I thought to myself. Now I'm home, sitting staring at this fucking picture going out of my mind trying to figure out just how it got to where it was, thinking about how new it looked and wondering what sick fuck dre