PvtSerrano

Slenderman was standing there, peering in.* Or it felt like it. He doesn't really have eyes, but he can see. Everyone except myself started screaming, and the thought of running didn't enter their minds until he opened the door. He was moving slowly and easily, confident. I think he believed he had all of us cornered. Well, by that time, we all booked it; everyone for themselves. I dropped —or purposely abandoned— the camera, and the dream returned to third-person point of view. There was a time-lapse, and the scene before me was a long, pale-white hallway with some doors and no lockers. I recognized this to be the basement pathw