There is a thing that does not see, that does not sleep, and does not dream. It waits and ponders while it watches with bait. Tantalizing the youngest and fooling the eldest. From a myth forgotten, from a nightmare ended, he walks the forest of the cursed.
The Slender Man.
Prior to Season 3
Story two in my Twidash Challange: Dark Theme
Poem by kitten-ears11