It has been 6 months since I've known of the Internet.
It has been 5 months since I started watching you.
It has taken an additional 4 months for me to decide what to do.
I've decided that I have a story to tell. It is not a simple story. It is not about running or fighting. It is a story of knowing and learning. At time too much. At others too little. I have a story to tell, but if I am to tell it I intend to tell it in its entirety.
My mother was a Frenchwoman and my father was a Scotsman. I learned my mother tongue from my father. He was never fully shaven. Stubble could always be felt on his face. He worked at a store, or perhaps he owned it. We lived by the sea.
I have a question for you all: why do you think the Slender Man does what He/he/it does? Do not give me the excuse that it is beyond reasoning, give me your speculations, your own reasoning.