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!"
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