The Hero's Role

There once was a man who had no face. He was cloaked in black and as tall as the trees. Everyone feared him and they all ran from him, but none got away. They all died, until there was almost no one left, except the very one who got away.
"The Hero will save the day," they say. "When all else fails and they all fade away, the Hero will save the day."
He ran and he ran, until he found a creature most powerful of all: Hope. He gathered his arms, ready for war. he fought hard, and shot Him right in the blank empty face with a bullet made of iron. And so He died, dissolved right before The Hero's eyes.
"He is dead," they say. "Slender man is dead!"

Greetings

Hello. My friend, J (she asked me not to reveal her whole name), has asked me to make a site based on stories about slender man. which is strange, because I haven't heard from her in a while, and she finally contacts me to ask me this. she knows it has been my long life dream to write, so I guess this is my chance. Core Theory isn't my chosen name, but she insisted I call my self that.
This blog is all stories about slender man, the good and the bad, made up or not. I've got lots to tell.
Yours, Ted Larabee