Ok so. Sunday at the con. We’re sort of tired and decide to wander about, wake up and what not, y’know?
And then we spot it
Slenderwoman, standing in the corner of the hallway. We have our small moment of jumping and return to normal. I can’t remember why, but I make the horrible, horrible mistake of looking the other way. I turn back around and…SHE IS RIGHT BY MY FACE. Holding her arms up, I see how horrifically long they are and promptly NOPE.JPG the fuck away, kicking a door open in my haste to retreat from something that looks spawned from my fucking nightmares.
I turn around and…SHE’S FOLLOWING ME, ARMS EXTENDED TO THE SIDES. At this point I’m screaming like a bitch and almost in tears because sweet baby jesus christ I am terrified. She manages to catch up and pin me by the wall. Reaching one freakishly long arm up she….pets my head. And walks away.
Slenderwoman, if you find this post, I both hate and love you for scaring the ever loving fuck out of me on sunday. My friends thought it was hilarious and I’ll never forget being traumatized.
(Source: apanickyshiba, via cupboardgods)
