So, it's 6th July 2026, and since January, there are no signs, or even firm information about the progress in Kizana... we are in the Half of 2026... soon it will be August, September, October, November... and DECEMBER...
There is something about the original mythos of Slender Man that still a big question mark, is the fact that he rip peoples organs, and put then is a "Plastic" bag, and then impale their bodies in trees.
I may have a theory that he feeds, but not about hungry of human meat, but like, to keep his strength, he needs to rip off organs, and then, "feed" on then, to became powerful? torture his victims? Keep the organs conserved? or just to separate them from the victims body? I remember that in the OG Mythos, Slender Man used to try to disguise as a human, and sometimes use the empty bodies to infiltrate into human interaction, or use the dead body of the victim as a bait to call other peoples attention.
But it still makes more question marks, because, if he wants to use an empty body to infiltrate without anyone knowing it's him (or at least try), why he doesn't hide the organs in the ground?
So, you guys have some theories about its behavior?
I made these when was 16y, and I used it as an experiment to test out my editing skills, and I used my boy Slender Man.
I used the TribeTwelve, Marble Hornets, and some aspects of the Original Mythos (that's why in the second photo he has a face) to edit the photos, and the last one is just some sketch that I did.
Inspired by the 2008 and 2009 YouTube video player, I made it finally, it looks good? Ngl, I kinda had fun making these. If you want to test it out you can see in my blog, it's already done, I used the links of my videos from Internet Archives to play the videos due to the limitations of Blogger with Custom Video Players.
So, these days I was working in the visual of my Creepypasta Blog, and my main inspiration for the visual elements was the Aqua from IOS X, and the AERO from Windows Longhorn and Windows Vista, the visual of the buttons, thumbs, Body Posts and Cards was supposed to look like glossy buttons, and resemble the old skeuomorphic design of the golden days of OS.
So, from 0 to 10, does it look good?
TO: OPTIC NERVE HQ
FROM: AGENT ████████████, N.AMERICA BRANCH
SUBJECT: E-MAIL FROM ██████ RETRIEVED FROM AGENT ██████’S COMPUTER
DATE: JUNE 18th, 09:30 HOURS
This was just emailed to ██████. It’s the old man’s answer to the mail ██████ sent him two weeks ago. Thought it is pertinent.
Re: I just thought of something, need your thoughts
Agent,
I apologize for not being able to respond sooner and hope you are doing well.
I appreciate you contacting me about this concern of yours, but let me be absolutely clear: it is my belief that the scenario you are describing is absolutely impossible. While The Slender Man can take on human appearance, the idea that he could mimic a team member of yours is unthinkable. Let me walk you through my reasoning.
If the figure depicted on “Der Ritter” is indeed The Slender Man, as I insist it is, then we know that it has not always worn a suit, but rather, in the medieval ages, a suit of armor. This, not to mention the title of the woodcut, would make it quite clear that it was trying to mimic a knight. Knights, as I am sure you know, were the elite class of soldiers doing the bidding of barons and kings in the Feudal Age. If The Slender Man wanted to appear not only human, but a part of the human elite, why not go higher? Why not a baron? Because it can’t, quite obviously. It can appear quite human, at least from a distance, but up close it could never fool anyone, and it knows this. Thus, it settled for being a knight, who sometimes even wore full helmets, in an attempt to appear inconspicuous yet not undesirable.
So the question follows: who are the most powerful yet faceless people today? Men in suits, of course.
I hope this puts your mind at ease, and again I wish you luck in your efforts. Do not hesitate to contact me again if you have any more questions.
Yours Truly,
█████████ ███ ███████
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File SM852035
Generalized description of the Slenderman
Appearance:
Tall, thin humanoid with indistinct features, with between 2 and 6 boneless arms
Torso is of normal proportion, limbs lengthened to point of mild to severe deformity
Additional arms are frequently hidden.
Appears to be wearing a suit (black tie, black pants, black coat, black shoes, white shirt)
Eyes may or may not glow.
Habits and habitat:
Known to be predatory to humans
Frequently associated with fog (Either prefers foggy areas or capable of summoning it, unknown)
Frequently associated with woodland areas.
Abilities:
No combat encounters, data or projections on record.
Strong enough to lift a fully grown man. (confirmed, incident SM165608)
Intelligence level unknown
Capable of traveling long distances, quickly without appearing to become fatigued (anecdotal)
Possibly amphibious (tenuous, assume true)
Capable of climbing with ease.
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TO: OPTIC NERVE HQ
FROM: FIELD AGENT █████, N.American branch
SUBJECT: RISING S.MAN REPORTS
DATE: JUNE 16th 2009 12:43 hours
When you guys gave me this assignment back in 88 there were about, I would guess, three to maybe four S.MAN reports a year… now it’s 2009, and I’m getting hits of S.MAN sightings damn near 20 to 30 times A WEEK!
I have been on this case for the past 21 years, and we are no closer to catching it or even finding out how to kill it! I have been saying for years that there has to be more than one and with these reports that flood my in-box and the things our Europe and Asian sector agents have sent I can only say that this fucker is everywhere. Either this thing is breeding or… I really don’t want to think about it.
Something Agent ████████, from the Japanese field office, told me has been kicking in my head for the past couple days. She said that maybe this thing isn’t breeding… but these others are WAKING UP. That maybe these things have been hibernating for god knows how long and how they are up and feeding. It makes some kind of sense with the stories of this thing dating back to the Dark Ages of Europe and beyond that.
That leaves the six million dollar question… if ████████’s theory is true… how many of them are there?
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TO: OPTIC NERVE HQ
FROM: AGENT ███, N.AMERICA BRANCH
SUBJECT: AGENT ██████’S DEATH AND FUTURE OF S.MAN PROJECT
DATE: JUNE 17th, 0300 HOURS
I have to say once again Agent ██████’s suicide came as a major shock to me and everyone who had worked closely with him these past several years. He will be missed…
But I already sent you that email yesterday. This is more about the “white elephant” in the room… the S.MAN Project.
A tiny part of me felt honored to be picked to be the new lead on this, but there is a large part that is saying I should not even open file number 1!
You asked me what I thought of the Project, if there is any chance of any “good” results.
I’m going to be perfectly blunt about this… it is of my personal and professional opinion that this project should be scrapped immediately!
I have read the notes, looked through the files. There is no way on God’s green Earth we will be able to do anything to stop this thing. In all my years with working cases for Optic Nerve I have seen things and proven many times before that supposed “Gods” can be killed.
But this… Slender Man… there is nothing in any records of anything even remotely hurting it. Reports ranging from small arms fire, artillery fire (the report from that Nazi artillery team… that’s what made me think about this)… even full-scale forest fires don’t do anything!
This is a complete and total waste of time and manpower. There is nothing you can say to me, or anyone in this branch, that will make us change our minds. In a sick, sad way, the only thing we can do is keep a record of this thing.
We can’t kill it
No way in hell we can capture it
Unless a miracle happens and someone, somehow, puts a dent in the thing, I consider this case to be changed from SEARCH/CAPTURE/DESTROY to OBSERVE/RECORD/STUDY.
TO: AGENT ███, N.AMERICA BRANCH
FROM: OPTIC NERVE HQ
SUBJECT: RE: AGENT ██████’S DEATH AND FUTURE OF S.MAN PROJECT
DATE: JUNE 17th, 1300 HOURS
AFTER READING YOUR REPORT AND CONSIDERING ALL ROUTES AND ACTIONS, WE CONCLUDED THAT YOUR SUGGESTION OF CLASSIFYING THIS AS AN O/R/S IS REALLY THE ONLY LOGICAL CHOICE.
AS OF TODAY, THE S.MAN PROJECT WILL BE AN O/R/S UNTIL RESULTS SHOW OTHERWISE.
WE HERE IN THE ON HQ FEEL THAT IN SOME WAY WE LET AGENT ██████ DOWN BY DOING THIS… BUT THERE IS NO OTHER WAY.
OPTIC NERVE OUT
{END OF TRANSMISSION}
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Credits to the slendermanarkive.wikidot.com and to: the original creators of the Optic Nerve in Something Awful
January 27, 2009
I’m really not sure how to begin this journal. My doctor (my psychiatrist, Dr. Bronn) suggested I start keeping one at our meeting last week. I think she thinks it’ll help me get through the “dreams”. I don’t think they ARE dreams, though, even though she and my wife keep insisting they are. I don’t know what they are, though. I just can’t explain
Maybe I should start at the beginning. I guess that would be a week and a half or so ago. Around the 15th, during that weird warm spell we had in the middle of winter. Not that winter really gets cold here in California but 90s in the Bay Area in January is weird no matter what. I was up late one night, working, and took the dog out for a last pee before bed. Normally I just stand out in the front yard with him, but I decided to head over to the Iron Horse Trail this night. It’s a nice trail just a half-mile or so from my house. We walk there a lot during the day, but I don’t usually go there during the night. I guess I’ve always been a little spooked in the dark. Probably has something to do with growing up in the country, maybe.
I’m rambling again. OK, taking the dog to the Iron Horse Trail. Like I said, it’s about a half mile there, all residential until you get to the trail itself. The trail is surrounded by houses, but it feels pretty secluded when you get on it. It’s strange. You can see tons of stars, even though you’re in a city, and that night was especially bright. The trail was empty except for the dog and myself. We walked in the scrub (Jon calls it “the pucky brush”) so the dog could do his business, and I was watching the sky.
The trail goes on for a long way. I’m not really not sure, but I think it’s around 20 miles from end to end. Anyway, we wandered up the scrub for a way, almost to the turn-out for the nearby park. That’s maybe another quarter mile, but I doubt it. There’s a big tree there that’s been knocked over. Actually, I think it was cut down because of storm damage or something. Anyway, it’s laying on its side right next to the path back to the park. The dog finally decided to crap once we got back there so we stop and, again, I’m looking at the sky, watching stars and the moon.
It was a warm night, like I said, but suddenly I started shivering. Not like the shiver you make when you’re cold, either. Or, not really. It was more like the shiver you get at the end of a good long piss. Pleasant but still out-of-boyish? I really don’t know how to describe it. Maybe it’s not something everyone has. I couldn’t stop!
A hundred shakes later, I finally stopped. I’m not sure how long it was, actually. Everything still looked the same, the stars, the moon, the dog hunkered down next to me, so maybe it was an instant, but it seemed like an hour – a lifetime!
My dog, Buck, was whining. Maybe he was doing it while I was shivering, but I don’t know. I’m not even sure if I heard him right after I came back to myself or if, again, it was hours later. It wasn’t just his normal whine, though, like when he really wants to go out. It was
I can’t even say what it was. It was a death whine. I had a dog when I was little that died of cancer, Anne, and I remember her whining and crying when it was finally getting so bad we had to have her put down. Buck was doing that, but he was slobbering and foaming, too, with his hackles up and his eyes rolling around.
The first thing I thought was that he found something bad in the grass. A sharp piece of metal or some poison or something. I was panicked, of course. Dr. Bronn asked my why I didn’t pick him up and rush him home or to an animal hospital or something and I don’t know why I didn’t. I couldn’t even think to do that. My thoughts were
My thoughts were to stomp his skull flat.
I – I can hardly bring myself to write that down, even now, a week or two later. Not that terrible thoughts get less terrible over time. But for some reason, right then, I just wanted to kill my dog.
I shivered again, just once, and the thought went away. I stooped down to see if Buck was OK, and he was back to his normal Golden Retriever self. His hair was laying flat, and he wasn’t slobbering or anything, and he gave me a big lick when I got down to his level. Nothing was wrong. I hugged him and stood back up, and we started walking back to the street to come back home. We didn’t walk in the pucky brush, this time, but on the paved trail.
When we reached the sidewalk, I stopped and looked back at the trail. I saw a bicyclist out for a late night ride coming down the path. The light on the front of his bike lit up a stray cat on the side of the path. Nothing weird.
We came back home, I put Buck in his kennel, and went to bed myself after brushing my teeth. My wife and son were already asleep, and I read for a few minutes and then went to sleep.
I think I’ll have to wait until the sun comes up tomorrow to write down the dreams I had that night. Those are what made me go to Dr. Bronn in the first place. I want to stop having these dreams.
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January 28, 2009
Called Dr. Bronn about these journals. I don’t want to write them, but she thinks I need to. Thinks I need to come to terms with what I–with what happened. We’ll see if I can.
January 31, 2009
Turns out I couldn’t bring myself to write anything down after my first entry. It just brought up too many memories. But why would I have all of these memories? I couldn’t have done any of the things I remember. There wasn’t enough time and, besides that, my family is OK anyway. I didn’t hurt them like I remember. Thank God!
I guess these entries are good for something, though. I remembered something I left out of the other entry. When Buck and I got to the sidewalk and I looked back, I did see something other than the guy on the bicycle. There was SOMETHING by the tree. There’s a small wood there, maybe twenty or fifty trees in the part of the park near the trail and there was something else, too. I–I didn’t see it, but I FELT it. Just something wrong.
These last few days have felt wrong, too. Not the same kind of wrong, though. I’ve been having–dreams. Nightmares. Visions that I can’t wake up from of hurting my wife and son. And then, the next day, I don’t remember them as dreams. It’s like I really did the acts I imagined and there’s this horrible sick shock of seeing them healthy and walking around. Seeing my son play with his toys is like some sort of dream instead of reality. I haven’t been able to kiss my wife without feeling like I’m kissing a corpse.
Last night was the worst, though. I didn’t do anything to my family. But last night, HE called to me. I laid there and listened. I couldn’t move. And he told me, over and over, what I was going to do. To my wife. To my son. To myself.
I think I need to be committed. I don’t think I’m safe. I think I might hurt my family. Oh, God! I don’t want to hurt anyone.
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February 8, 2009
It’s gotten colder again. Not that the temperature seems to change anything when it comes to my dreams.
I thought that maybe getting out for a while would help. It’s Valentine’s Day soon and my wife and I want to go on some sort of date. I think my brother-in-law is going to watch our son for us. Maybe going out somewhere with my wife will make me stop thinking about hurting her.
Speaking of my brother-in-law, James, we went out the other day to some woods up in Marin County. Some open area a friend of his told him about. It was nice, if a little chilly. I snapped a few pictures (I really need to use my camera more) but nothing I really liked. But I saw something in one of them.
I’m not sure what to make of it, but I feel like I’ve seen it before.
This entry is going to have to be short, though. It’s late, and I need to get back to sleep. The only reason I got up was because I was tired of the trees tapping on our bedroom window.
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Source: http://slendermanarkive.wikidot.com/patient-of-dr-bronn
Did you guys noticed that Slender Man in the of Mythos had a very creepy and eldritch horror appearance? And one of the things in the OG Mythos that I love, is the liminal spaces in some photos, like the fog in an empty field, weird places, and even the appearance of Slender Man.
5/24/95**
1994: Wilks Estate. One subject reported nothing out of the ordinary before taking photograph. Lower stairs area was said to be very dark. Subject states that after the camera flash she heard a sound like a watermelon being *unable to understand subject*.
5/25/93**
Subject unable to recall events after manor power failure. Unable to question other two identified subjects. Camera and film acquired from Gloria Cready, current resident of Woodview Mental Hospital and Psychological Rehabilitation Clinic. Film mostly uncontaminated despite mass of blood and human tissue present on camera. No positive ID on anomalous tall and slender subject. Facial blur caused by possible contamination.
6/7/93**
Early digital analysis indicates tall subject may have no eyes. Anomalies, previously thought to be film errors and flash artifacts, now thought to be appendages.
6/10/93**
Final identified subject reported missing along with other thirty-three patients and staff of Woodview Mental Hospital and Psychological Rehabilitation Clinic south wing.
6/18/93**
Further inquiry to cease immediately.
(see report No.3339-2)
"Can you see him? He can see you, and when you feel his presence it will be too late..."
Found it in: http://slendermanarkive.wikidot.com/ (there is a lot of cool archived stuff about the OG mythos, and modern mythos)
Let's be honest, Slender Anxiety is probably the best Slender fangame made, but for some reason the community hyped The Eight Pages and the Parody games more than this one.
It's sad that Slender Anxiety is now a abandoned project, i would love if it was full released
I found these in the http://slendermanarkive.wikidot.com/ there are a lot of stuff about the original mythos in there, archived posts, images, and even information about the Modern and Original Mythos, I really recommend you guys to take a look at it!
No joking, I was playing it, and then suddenly A Custom Vampire Sim (Slender Man) started to invade my home to drink my sim blood, and omg, that was fkin creepy, I had to take some screenshots of it happening, and these are the results
Both in the way that he acts, kill/kidnaps his victims, appearance, and the fact that the government knows about him but try to hide from the public eyes.
Should we bring back the original aspects of the Mythology?
Here is a closer look at him, I used the Shtpor from Postal: Corkscrew Rules, Brain Damaged and The Classic Dude 2 as a reference for using during his makeup, and the scars on his body I got inspired by the Fan Arts made by the community.
The CCs o got from Darte77, JoseOH, Golyhawhaw and the eyes (I don't remember the eyes)