The bench.
She began to think... Why did I trust her? No more new friends... Be careful who you talk to, Cal!!! How will you NOT be the victom.. Self defense? Or killing? Wait, other murderous crime people don't harm eachother! What if I become on of them? She asked herself.
It's been about five more years since she was forced to follow the dangerous path of the monsters.. She had to do it. She actually needed to do it. Slenderman watched her thought in one corner. As the sun began to rise, he sat by her. All the dog walkers, joggers, and bicycle riders never noticed the Slenderman. Only one, Calista. All the other people noticed was her talking strangely to herself. "Hey! It's the pyscho 9 year old we all met six years ago! She grew up! She's maybe more dangerous!" They all ran, and cried.
"Huh? I never was-" she said.
"Don't worry.. It was in their nightmares." Said the man, lying.
"No strangers! Good-bye!" Calista ran home, in the speed of lightning. Fast enough as Sonic.
No more strangers.. More belief... More imagination.. More killing..
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