Ask-Slender-Man

A long time ago, there was an old man, who lived near the woods of a small village. His name unknown, his face unknown, some people didn't even know he even existed. The only thing that truly was knows about this man is that he was a loner since his wife passed away. He was often seen wandering through the woods. He lived in a small house, without a television or radio, the only sound coming from the house were slow sad songs, the man sung himself. On a misty morning the man was found dead in his house. People began to become curious after they hadn't seen the man for weeks. The fishermen, who saw the man each morning, looking at them

The Slenderman cometh, and no man shall be spared. Not lad, not lass, for no man doth he care. The woods, the woods, stay away lest thou dare To meet thine end at the hands of ol' Slendy there. Young child, sweet child, I admire your flare, But the second you arrive you're in for a scare. Is he here, is he there, is he even anywhere? By the time you realize, you've already paid the fare... Will he rip you or break you, with what sound will you tear? We all require sustenance, now stand in as his share. What you want matters not, no bargaining shall spare, Wandering through these old woods, only death remains fair. So take on