Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.
((Posted by Grendel Footman on June 5, 2010))
The fog twirled around the graveyard, the spirits of the dead stayed in their graves, because he was out and about.
he leaped on the roof of the mausoleum and crouched there, behind the symbol of the gear.
A man had been buried here, ages ago, the name on the crypt had been long worn away with age, but the spirit stayed inside still, huddling in the corner. Mr. Slenderman could smell him. As his fingers stretched, wrapping around the mausoleum, pushing their way between the cracks in te brickwork, then, he pulled. The crypt groaned and shuddered as Franks huddled tighter on himself in fear, until with a final crashing sound, the small tomb was pulled apart. Mr. Slenderman leered close to the terrified ghost now, and reaching, he grabbed the spirits shoulders, pulling him closer as a horizontal crack opened up where the shadow’s face would be.
Frank’s was devoured that night, suffering a sort of second death. Finishing off the last whisps of ectoplasmic energy, Mr. Slenderman stood up, as long tendrils of shadow stretched from his back . Stronger now, he turned, directing his attention at the cemetary gate, he walked towards it, The wards reacted as they often did, with pain, but Mr. Slenderman pushed on, overriding the wards as he managed to step out onto the Babbage cobbles. He stepped forward into the shadows cast by the Mechanix arms and sank into them.
