When Slendermans Attack

My friend once told me about a mysterious creature, known as the "Slenderman", who supposedly lurks in the woods on the outskirts of town. He said that anyone who has ever gone into those woods late at night was hunted down and killed by the Slenderman. I, of course, thought it was a load of bullshit, but no matter how hard I tried to reason with my friend, his belief in the paranormal remained unfettered. So one day, I bet my friend five-hundred dollars that I could spend an entire night in the woods and never get killed once. He was reluctant to accept the bet at first (after all, you'd kind of have to be an asshole to want to send your best friend to his death just for the sake of money), but I was eventually able to convince him to go through with it. So, I packed a flashlight, camping gear, and just enough food and water to last through the night; after all that was settled, I headed into the woods, where I was promptly mauled to death by a pack of rabid grizzly bears.

AND THEN A SLENDERMAN POPPED OUT