Slender: Jayempty Files
Before reading, know all information below is true. These encounters have been retold by the one they happened to. All names and Dates have been changed to help protect identities. Know that this will be updated daily, so check back often for regular updates, hopefully 1 or 2 a day. Please, take this information to heart.
April 15, 2012
My names is Ryder. I am currently 23 years old, and live in Washington State. In case you do not know the ledgend of Slenderman, I would highly recommend learning about him before reading this. But anyways, in simple terms, hes hunting me. He has a plan and a goal, and I'm stuck right in the middle of it. I know soon I will die, and so that is why I'm writing this, so those who know me will learn the truth. If I disapear, hopefully this will give you a few leads. I guess the best place to start is at the beginning, when I was 11. I hope you don't dismiss this too quicky, and spread the word. We need help.
June 11, 2005
In case you didn't know, although its very rainy in Washington, the summers are fucking hot alot of the time. Well no kid likes being bored on a Summer afternoon, so my dad took me biking on this couple mile long trail that goes along the highway.
With nothing better to do, I packed up the bikes and we started down the trail. So I'm always told about how theres Homeless people who live in the woods beside the trail, but I assumed that was my friend Jack being stupid. He was partially right.
We stopped halfway down the trail to take a break, and I read a little of my book. I had to piss really bad, but with no toilets around, I took off into the woods to find a good spot.
I walked a pretty long ways into the woods, not realizing it until the trail was out of sight. I looked around, and for the fact, there was no civilization in sight. I just saw forest spread out for miles.
I started to panic a bit, but decided it would be best to pee before I ran off looking for the trail. While I was pissing on a rather dead plant, I felt like I was being watched. I looked around, but saw no one in sight.
I started off to look for the trail, but the feeling only grew stronger and stronger each moment. Then I heard it; footsteps.
I stopped and looked all around for the source, then I saw it; a tall man in pure black clothing. He was just far enough away I couldn't make out his face, and he moved quickly, making sure to mostly stay behind trees.
I figured it was some homeless rapest, so I got back on my bike and took off. Eventually I found the trail again, and my dad acted as if it had only been a few minutes, although to me it felt like a hour.
I didn't tell him, in hopes he wouldn't let me come back here to ride. And so we continued on our way, me not looking back.
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