How I Met the Creepypasta Gang

How I Met Slenderman

I was walking in the forest because I just had a rough day at school. I guess time really does fly past you in the blink of an eye because when I started walking at midday and now it's close to night. Just as I was about to turn back, I saw a page. It had bad penmanship that said ALWAYS WATCHING. Underneath was a weird drawing of trees, I guess? Anyway, whoever drew these must have been super weird.
   I kept walking to my path home until I saw another one of those creepy pages. NO EYES, this one says. How many of these pages are here?! I thought. Dang, someone really wants to scare the life out of people. Well, it's working. I ran towards home until my head started to feel like it was splitting apart. I tried to look up and saw a huge figure before me. He was wearing a suit, yet he had no face. Black tentacles were on his back, I think. Although, usually in movies, whenever someone sees something scary like that, they run away or either end up killing it. I had no intention of killing nor running away, so I just stood there. The figure was coming closer and closer until I pleaded he wasn't real. I kept saying it over my mind saying that's he's not real. Soon, the figure was fading. My mind became more calm in a second.
   I ran and ran until I was finally home. My mom was worrying why my face was so white but I replied it was because I was sick and I needed rest. I later searched him up and found that he only exists in our mind. The more we believe he's real, the more real he becomes. So, if he only exists in our mind, why not make him more of a friend to me. I started to imagine a nice Slenderman, he can still kill, but he'll have more of a human personality. I didn't want to change his face because it was perfect just the way it is. Soon, that image appeared in my bedroom. Slenderman, but a bit nicer than before. Although, the strange mystery was, how come Slenderman attacked me earlier when I didn't know who he was? He only exists in our minds right? How come? That mystery still remains to this day.
  Anyways, this Slenderman was a bit more to my liking. He was rather sweet but proper. I nicknamed him Slendy, but he would get angry at me and "told" me I should refer to him as Slenderman. I know he can't speak because he has no mouth, but somehow, a deep voice would just pop out of nowhere. My mom doesn't know about my new roomate and I prefer to keep it that way. He was a good friend and I didn't want to lose him.