10 Amazing Slenderman Stories

Jack Goldstein

Description

Just before Jack Goldstein and Jimmy Russell published their last book about Slenderman, 101 Amazing Slenderman Facts, they were both found dead in suspicious circumstances. The book was published in their memories. What was not known at the time however was that two packages were making their way through the Royal Mail service. One was from Jimmy and addressed to Jack, the other from Jack addressed to Jimmy. Both packages contained worrying documents detailing the history of Slenderman, and including some terrifying stories.This grisly collection of documents is offered to the reader in the hope they can make some sense of the killings, as well as finding out further information regarding the slim being.Proceed with caution.

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 12 août 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781783331819
• Langue: English

Extrait

Title Page
10 AMAZING SLENDERMAN STORIES
by
Jack Goldstein and Jimmy Russell



Publisher Information
Published in 2013 by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
The rights of Jack Goldstein and Jimmy Russell to be identified as the Authors of this Work have been asserted by them in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998
Copyright © 2013 Jimmy Russell and Jack Goldstein
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
Introduction
Just before Jack Goldstein and Jimmy Russell published their last book about Slenderman, 101 Amazing Slenderman Facts, they were both found dead in suspicious circumstances. The book was published in their memories. What was not known at the time however was that two packages were making their way through the Royal Mail service. One was from Jimmy and addressed to Jack, the other from Jack addressed to Jimmy. Both packages contained worrying documents detailing the history of Slenderman, and including some terrifying stories.
This grisly collection of documents is offered to the reader in the hope they can make some sense of the killings, as well as finding out further information regarding the slim being.
Proceed with caution.



Dedication
To Jack & Jimmy, always in our hearts.



In Which Jimmy Russell Meets His Demise
Jimmy locked the heavy front door behind him and hurried upstairs, the screams still fresh in his memory. How can this be real? He thought as he bounded up the staircase two steps at a time. Just thirty minutes earlier he’d been giving an evening lecture at the Royal Academy of Literature - a lecture about Mythological Evolution and Memetic Darwinism. As Jimmy hurried into the master bedroom of his rural cottage he firmly thumped the heavy wooden door shut. Luckily for him, the ancient house the Academy has lodged him in hadn’t been updated in centuries - each door felt like it weighed close to a ton and fixed itself closed with heavy iron bolts - even the wallpaper looked firm and ancient and was probably chosen by Oliver Cromwell himself. The door ground across the floor as it slid into place, an obvious sign that its weight was winning the battle of gravity against the large iron hinges. Below the door a distinct arc had been worked in the wooden floor of the bedroom, a sign indicating decades of this door’s passage between open and shut.
As the iron bolt slid home, its high-pitched squeak reminded Jimmy of the horrors he’d witnessed that evening. Far off into the wooded distance that separated his cottage from the main Academy campus, Jimmy heard a chilling guttural wail - a sound like no other, almost like that of a crying baby, but overflowing with fury and madness. The sound caused Jimmy to start - as he instinctively backed away from the door he allowed the evening’s events to wash over him.
***
At 6:00pm sharp Jimmy was just starting his university talk on Mythological Evolution. Jimmy had been travelling the country giving talks on this subject and had enjoyed a great deal of success; Jimmy was a successful writer and his papers are printed in many academic journals.
“One of the great mysteries of mythology is the seemingly spontaneous and simultaneous appearance of characters in many places across the globe.” he began, and it was true too. Dragons, the phoenix and werewolves all appear simultaneously throughout mythology, in the legends of countries which never had any contact with another.
“One theory is that through Memetic Darwinism, somehow these characters are part of the human genetic psyche - they are psychically linked to our evolution as human beings. Quite literally, we all imagine them at the same time.” The crowd looked uninterested but he knew the reason they were here.
“Take this Slenderman for instance” Jimmy began and he saw the audience physically stiffen at the mentioning of the name. “The Slenderman is as real as dragons or werewolves. He is a figment of our collective imagination but the circumstances of his conception are fascinating. Over the last two years, Slenderman has been spotted in as far and varied places as it is possible to imagine and his memetic imagery is so strong we have begun to notice him in ancient mythology as well, seemingly hidden in plain sight. This is not proof that Slenderman does or has ever existed however; have you ever noticed that once you learn a new word, you will often hear that very word said on the same day you learn it? That’s not some spooky psychic experience; it’s just the way the brain works. Now that the human consciousness is looking for Slenderman we are starting to see him everywhere.”
As Jimmy was talking, his slide show was cycling grainy photographs of Slender sightings and ancient artworks depicting the thin murderers from ancient mythology. The university crowd - mostly young hipsters and student types - were watching the slideshow whilst Jimmy’s words weaved over them.
“People often ask me if I believe in the Slenderman. My answer is usually whether or not they believe in unicorns. These creatures appear throughout history not as historical fact, but as allegorical manifestations of the zeitgeist. Our collective human psyche has constructed this Slenderman to describe the conditions we are living in, to better describe how us as a race feel deep down. The Slenderman isn’t real at...”
“ I’ve seen Slenderman!” called out a young man in the audience “I saw the Slenderman three weeks ago whilst I was camping in the woods.” The young man jumped out of his seat and turned away from Jimmy to better face the crowd.
“Don’t believe this guy’s clever words! We know Slender is real!”
Jimmy tried to calm the situation by explaining “Many people claim to have sighted Slenderman. Also, many people claim to have seen Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster. If we go looking for things, no matter how unlikely, we are likely to see them. However these supposed monsters invariably turn out to be wellington boots or washing-up liquid bottles cleverly lit or photographed at speed.”
“ LIAR! ” called out the now-agitated student “If Slenderman isn’t real, then he couldn’t have killed my brother Jed! We were camping in the woods three weeks ago, telling ghost stories. Jed gave me this to read -” and the young man held up a tired piece of paper, yellowed and frayed at the edges as if taken from some centuries-old tome.
“This is an incantation for summoning Slenderman, taken from the personal memoirs of Archduke Aleister Symcote, the man who claimed to have summoned and subsequently trapped Slenderman many centuries ago. If Slenderman isn’t real then you’ll have no trouble reading this!”
At that Jimmy grew angry. Not only had this student rudely interrupted his lecture but now he was suggesting Jimmy was a coward.
“Your story is a fabrication. You are nothing more than a troublemaker, trying to gatecrash my lecture and sully my reputation as a scholar. You can get out and anyone who thinks this lunatic is telling the truth can leave too.”
The student wasn’t paying attention to Jimmy any more - he was fixated by the image projected onto the screen behind Jimmy. A photograph of Slenderman projected onto the white wall, depicting Slender tucked into the background of an otherwise happy scene; a happy family on a day out, a family day trip maybe. The image was sullied by the grotesque shadow behind them, coalescing into the twisted form of the Slenderman. As the young man stood fixated with this image, he began to recount the poem he held in his hand:
“Silently creeping, leaping in the dark
Slenderman can hear the fear in your heart.
Breathlessly wheezing, freezing to the bone,
Stone cold surrender, call the Slenderman home.
Sliendé, Sliendé, Sliendé...
As the final words rang out from the man, the hallway became deathly cold and the auditorium lights began to flicker. Members of the crowd became unsettled as several of them could swear they just witnessed the still photograph of Slenderman move. Did he just shift ?
The lights went out entirely. The audience yelped as one as the room was plunged into darkness, only to be bathed in light once more as the lights flickered back into life. A guilty laugh rose from the crowd for falling so quickly into panic. As the eyes of the audience turned once more toward Jimmy and his slide show, nearly every member of the crowd felt their hearts skip a beat when they realised the photo projected onto the wall no longer had Slenderman in it. The family were still there; only the half-formed image of Slenderman was gone entirely.
Only the gurgling noise drew their attention toward the young man who’d recently interrupted the university lecture. The young student who had previously disrupted proceedings was hunched over and making the most awful sucking sound. The young man spun around in surprise and revealed his gory fate; blood oozed from three wicked gouges in his body. One across his throat, cutting his jugular vein, windpipe and scoring deep into his shoulder; one coursing from his left armpit, across his sternum and slicing into his ribs on his right hand side and the third scoring into his abdomen, slicing his belly and revealing the innards within.
The crowd screamed maniacally and as a single unit of panic they all rushed for the auditorium doors. But it was too late - too late did they r