User blog:Selenaroxx/Chapter 4 of my new book

Okay, so here's the last update of today! Enjoy Chapter 4, and remember to tell me what you thought of the chapters! :) I appreciate honest opinions!

 Chapter 4 

 

''' Have You Visited Trouble Lane? '''

 

'' “Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life, and when it comes, hold your head high, look it squarely in the eye and say, 'I will be bigger than you. You cannot defeat me.” ''

 

 -Ann Landers 



Stepping into the shadow of the leaf barren tree that’s branches are slowly swaying back and forth, Slender Man watches the youthful girl. She’s now moved on from hopscotch to playing double dutch with a vibrant pink colored jump rope.

“One-y and a two-y and a three-y and a four-y,” The petite adolescent blissfully sings to herself in a high pitched, light, and airy voice, having never truly experienced a life threatening person or situation.

Deciding not to wait any further and just get his meal, he steps into the girl’s view, and makes himself grow taller to a whopping height of 7’8. The schoolgirl who must have been in at least preschool gasped, her eyes widening to a saucer like shape.

“Whoa… That was so cool!” she excitedly exclaims, letting it be no secret that she was awestruck and captivated.

Mentally smirking in achievement since he’s gotten her attention, he makes his tentacles go inside of him, and he feels another surge of pleasure when the short and young girl jumps up and down, clapping while her frilly long sleeved pink dress flies up with her so she has to clutch it down, and her ringlets of strawberry blonde hair go up too.

“Mister, you’re the best magician I’ve ever seen!” She once more spoke up.

“Would you like to see another magic trick?” the Slender Man asks, carefully masking most of the glee that he’s feeling at having induced yet another into his well thought out, no escape trap.

“YES!!!!” The blonde girl squeals, giggling and cheering enthusiastically and giddily.

 “Alright then. Abra,” the faceless demon murmurs just loud enough for the two of them to hear, starting the ‘spell’ by backing the young preschooler up against the school wall so that she was completely pressed between the brick wall and the demon.



 “Cadabra,” he finishes up, willing his tentacles to come back out and wrap her up and lift her up. As she’s crying, screaming at the top of her lungs, and trying to get out of the iron fist clasp, the Operator leans his face towards her, and where there previously was no mouth, a gaping black hole seems to out of nowhere appear.



 As the vast magnitude of his black hole mouth grew bigger, so did the flow of energy from the little girl to Him and the increasing volume of the girl’s terrified scream.

For the young female, she didn’t gradually lose her life; her life force merely crumbled all at once, like a glacier unexpectedly having a portion crumble, it happened unexpectedly and all at once. When she was dead, it was quite obvious, seeing as then her body crumpled to the floor in a crooked position, her skin pasty white, and her eyes glazed over so far that not a single shade of her previously hazel irises were visible in any way, whatsoever.

Licking his lips as he swallowed down the last of the little girl’s energy that had tasted far too much like rainbows and puppies for his liking, he murmurs, “Always another person with a better taste. I should have remembered that most little girls have that innocent taste…” For, concerning energy, every person had a different energy taste to them that helped define them. Of course, there were the “bases”, or the main groups of energy types, but from there, everyone branched out in their own sub-group. In the little girl’s case, she’d fallen into the “innocent” category, and from there had fallen into her own “dogs lick lollipops on rainbows” category type.

 Not wanting to waste any time at all and get his plan for Alison all planned out, he bends down to the dead body, and taps the body until he hears the “whoosh!”, and he sees the body all but break as the bone dust flies up to his open palm. Grabbing an empty cloth sack, he wills the bone dust to go in there, and it does. Sticking his index finger into the bag, dipping it into the bone concoction, and licking it slowly, he seems to purr from the taste before stuffing it into his fancy tie that could hold anything.

“For the road…” He thinks to himself. Then, he notices the camera that had been attempting to record his every move, but since he has an important message to relay, he decides to make it so that the video itself is all garbled up, but the audio would be audible. After having left a bone-chilling message to Alison, he then rushed off into the never ending, dark, and ominous forest.

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As the lunch bell went off in Alison’s History period, Ms. Picito waves her hand nonchalantly to signal them to go, and most of them only too eagerly run out to lunch. As Joshua Salbur, Alison’s latest friend, goes off to try to get some fresh bean burritos from one of multiple food carts, the ninth and tenth grade assistant principal, Mrs. Weber, and the chief security camera guard, Arwin Haikostip, come in, notice Alison, and head towards her.

“Hello Alison, would you stay back a moment? We have something important to discuss with you,” Mrs. Weber solemnly said.

Alison contemplated politely asking them to hold off until lunch since she was starving, but since she had more class than that, she merely nodded a yes.

“Ah good, this is quite the dire situation, so the quicker you see this, the better,” Arwin rapidly states before clicking on a video file labeled “Nov24 2012 Morning”

It only takes a second to buffer, and then Alison’s watching the ‘video’, or a blurry taping that was garbled up enough to make everything in it indistinctive.

“Um, m’am, why exactly am I watching this if it’s so hazy?” she politely asks the assistant principal.

“Oh, I forgot to mention that! My bad. But the part concerning you is towards the end with the audio since the audio seems to be working without a glitch for some peculiar reason,” Mrs. Weber says.

Still feeling rather boggled at the sheer importance of her watching the video, Alison watches it nonchalantly, but when she hears an ominous message that involves her name, she immediately pays more attention to it.

“ALISON DEVARA, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED OF WHAT I AM CAPABLE OF…” A deep and chilling voice growled out before the recording stopped.

Suddenly, it all made sense to Alison. Obviously they would come find her if someone had threatened her!

“Alison, now, we need you to be utterly honest with us. Do you or do you not know anyone that could have done this?” Mrs. Weber asks, staring at Alison raptly.

“No, I don’t,” Alison quietly said, feeling jittery in her stomach as if she had eaten a rotten sandwich or something along those lines.

“Alright, well, if you want to let us know about any info that could concern this, please let me know,” the assistant principal states before she leaves the room, and then Arwin follows her out.

Breathing heavily and deeply, Alison unsteadily sits down on a desk to clear her thoughts.

“Alright, so I just have a mad stalker that is capable of terrible things that’s after me… No big deal for sure!”  Having deluded her mind temporarily on the alternative that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed to be, Alison smiled a small and hesitant smile before standing up, and immediately losing any happy illusion she had cast upon herself when she saw a pale, slim, tall, black suited man who appeared to be staring at her.

To add to her uneasiness, a nose bleed pops out of nowhere, and she winces as she feels the warm and sticky blood out of her nostril, so walking to the tissue box quickly, she unexpectedly and accidently bumps into Aberto Vitali, an olive skinned clear complexioned Italian guy with fluffy and curly mahogany brown hair that swept into his face a little, and his eyes were bright beacons of Hershey chocolate brown that went well with his bright smile and easygoing attitude.

Alison had known him since grade school, but if he had changed his name, she wouldn’t have recognized him. In grade school, he’d always been a shy guy, and despite both of them lacking adequate social skills, they’d managed to become ‘school friends’, or friends that were close in school, but didn’t have the closeness to invite the other to their house to have a ‘play date’ as it was dubbed at that point in their lives.

However, once they had reached eighth grade, Aberto seemed to have upgraded to ‘Aberto Vitali version 2.0’. He’d broken out of his shy exterior and seemed to get more comfortable in his own skin, his joking nature was constantly out, and he seemed to always be flirting with other girls.

If someone had asked her while they’d both been in grade school if they thought Aberto could be a more confident flirter, both of them would have laughed and brushed that off as a crazy possibility that had no chance of happening.

Ever since the conversion, Alison had never really had a conversation with ‘Aberto 2.0’, but now she was being thrown at her old friend all too suddenly.

“Hey curly chestnutie,” Aberto flirtatiously drawls, winking and turning on his trademark sunny smile.

“Hey Aberto…” Alison replies in a slightly faltering tone.

“Hey, do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes,” Aberto seductively said, stepping a little close to Alison.

“Um, cheesy pick up lines don’t work on me…” Alison slowly replied, stepping back.

“Oh, I must be a snowflake because I’ve fallen for you,” Aberto enticingly stated, stepping in closer once more.

“Har har har… I get it, you love using pick up lines on girls. But seriously, pick up lines don’t work on me,” Alison replies, annoyance lacing her tone now. She backs up more, and then she accidentally backs up into the table, which she uses to let her escape the room hastily.

After Alison leaves, Aberto frowns in befuddlement.

“Did she seriously just turn me down?” He thought, shocked at how things had gone. Whenever he flirted with a girl, he always got them to giggle and flirt back with him or give him their number, but he’d gotten nothing near the usual response with Alison. She reminded him of his brother’s old girlfriend with her uniqueness before all the trouble started.

“Psh… He’s still alive, just in a different way!” He reminded himself before rolling his eyes at himself, and heading back out.

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Meanwhile, across the dusty Chevy truck, there was a charcoal gray colored house, and if one were to step inside, they would find nothing. Nothing would be there since if one happened to retain that curiosity and take another step, they would find themselves in ‘Terra de mortui viventes’, or ‘Land of Living Dead’, plural of course.

In that land, there lived many different but nonetheless ferocious and terrifying creatures, all of which had literally one thing in common; They were the undead, but unlike zombies whom seemed to be the official undead creature to them, they didn’t have stitches on their face, and while some of them could possibly pass as a human, some of them would stand no chance whatsoever at passing as a human being.

That particular moment before the moon had risen, indicating the official russoby game, a paranormal force appeared that had not appeared for quite some time, thus sending off the feeling that even for the ones that had been there when Pangaea had formed Laurasia and Gondwana and then the continents of today, their lives could be still shaken up.