It was mid-October, but even then, it was still a nightmare to walk home during it. Celeste walked to her house, shivering, all the while carrying a load of groceries. The store was only two miles or so away from her house, and her four year old BMW was in the repair shop to get painted black with a green snake on both of the side mirrors and new tires, since hers were getting old and she needed to replace them. She heard a rustling sound and looked around cautiously. She lived in a good neighborhood, but she did live alone, and she was only nineteen.

Her eyes perused her surroundings nervously before she picked up her speed of walking, only slowing down until she'd gotten to her house and pressed her finger down on the fingerprint detector to let her into the house; perhaps she was a bit paranoid, having a lock system so intricate, but she really didn't care. She flicked on the light switch and began to unload her groceries.

The premium coffee went into the silver cabinet on the right, while the dried apples and bananas went into the crimson cabinet on the left. She began putting up her foods and other household items in their designated areas. When she'd finally finished, she sat herself down on her black, leathered couch, placing a small glass of wine on the side table to her right. She may be nineteen, but her mother and father had left the entire estate to her when they died, and that included the wine cellar in the basement that few knew about.

"How I've missed them," she thought aloud, wistfully staring at the picture of her mother, Scarlett, her father, Jhakob, and her twin sister, Annabelle. Annabelle had taken the estate in London, whereas Celeste had the one in Washington, near a beautiful forest. Slowly, she sipped her wine, until the power went off, most likely from the storm that was most definitely going to hit her neighborhood.

"What the hell?" She shouted in shock. She got up to her feet and began walking towards the garage to check on the power, using her phone as a flashlight. Celeste peeked her head over the side of the door, making sure she couldn't see anyone before she quickly walked out and into the large, spacious area, trying to get the power on as soon as possible. Suddenly, the lights went on with no indication of how it happened or why.

She just dismissed it as a miracle from God and walked back inside, up the spiraling stairs to the third story, and into her bedroom. She smirked at the black painted ceiling and the dark green walls. She enjoyed the feeling of her bare feet against the stone tiling that was used on the third floor exclusively. Whereas the second floor was covered in plush carpet and the first floor had dark, cherry wood flooring.

Celeste walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out her silky black nightgown as well as a pair of underwear and ankle high booties that she liked to walk around the house in. Walking into her bathroom, she jumped slightly when her feet hit the cold, ceramic tile, but quickly got accustomed to it. Placing her night clothes on her bathroom countertop, she began to undress, noting to herself how long her hair was getting. It was nearly past her waist, yet she couldn't bring herself to cut it off; it reminded her of her mother too much with her pale skin and black eyes and thick, dark hair. Her mother, Scarlett always wore her hair long, too.

Turning on the water as hot as she could take it, Celeste stepped into the shower and began relaxing, feeling the layers of tension and stress tear loose from her. Taking the bottle of shampoo, she poured a liberal amount into her hair, spreading it in and thoroughly washing it, making sure not to miss any parts before washing it all out.

Then, taking the bottle of conditioner, she poured quite a bit into her hair, leaving it in and taking one of the washcloths hanging on the rack outside of the shower to put in some body wash and make herself all clean. Working in a lab can make a person very unclean. Eventually, she stepped out of the shower and took a comb, untangling her hair. With a jolt of shock, she realized that she forgot to shut the curtains on her bathroom window. Celeste wrapped a towel around herself, and went to shut it, but hesitated when she saw something tall and dark.

She looked closer and shrieked loudly, quickly shutting the white coloured curtains. Leaning against the wall, she took deep breaths over and over again, trying to dispel her fear of what she just saw. At least, what she was dead sure she had seen. The Slenderman. For so long she'd believed in him, and now, now she had proof that her fears existed. She dressed with speed and nearly ran into her bedroom, desperately wanting something to eat, but too afraid to go down the long flight of stairs.

"Dammit, girl, he's not real and you know it!" She whispered fiercely to herself, denying that she really saw the Slenderman. Sitting on her bed and watching the news, she felt chills in her bones when it gave a report of murder and chaos.

A family was found dead in the woods after a camping trip.

They were believed to be murdered by wild bears, however, evidence claims something different. No bear could have done what happened to the Dawson family.

The three children, two boys, one girl, were found impaled by tree limbs, whereas the parents were found gutted.

Is this really the work of a wild animal, or is it something or someone more malicious? Many have claimed to see a mysterious entity in the forest with long arms and legs, very tall, no distinctive facial features; they say that he's always in a black suit with a tie and in some cases, a top hat.

If you find anyone who fits these characteristics, call the police as soon as possible.

Celeste quickly turned off the flat screen, still scared beyond anything that the Slenderman was outside her house, watching her. Stalking her. She could almost feel his eyes on her, always watching her. It unnerved her. With speed, she ran down the stairs, turning on the lights as she went and grabbed a bottle of iced coffee and her dried apples, then running back up the stairs, all the while feeling like a total child and turning the lights off while she ran up the stairs. After eating what she believed to be a suitable dinner, she drifted off to sleep.

She woke up in the middle of the forest with the moon shining brightly above her and the stars twinkling mischievously. It was lush and green, just like she remembered it. However, what she didn't remember was being dressed in a white lace chemise that hardly covered her ass, and a thong that kept annoying the bloody hell out of her.

"Celeste." Her head whipped behind her, looking for whomever spoke her voice, but there was no one behind her except for a small bunny rabbit. She slowly got to her feet and walked around, wondering where she was and why she was there.

"Hello? Anybody there?" She called out. She heard rustling behind her and turned around, ready to pet the small animal, but what stood before her was no rabbit. It was a man. A very tall man with long arms and long legs. He did have a face, however. His eyes were as black as her own, with skin as pale as snow, and a mouth as supple and soft as billowy pillows. She gasped and ran, stumbling over branches and loose twigs before falling to the ground and scraping her knees.

"Ow!" She cried out, tears forming in her eyes. A pale hand was in front of her face, offering help to get up, and before she even thought it through, she took it gratefully accepting the help until she realized who it was. This man killed children! Tore families apart!

"Celeste." His voice was so soft. So soothing, that she couldn't help but fall under his spell, and before she knew it, he had her body easily held in the air by one of his dark appendages, his right hand tearing off her chemise and touching her in places that a stranger shouldn't. She gasped and began to struggle.

"Let me go! Please, let me go!" She screamed, wriggling against his hold, but to no avail, for she never got let go. Her body was reacting in ways she was ashamed of, but it just felt so good that she couldn't help but moan when his long fingers ghosted along her folds, slightly tweaking her clit. Or when his tongue flicked out to touch one of her nipples, then lavishing each one with the utmost precision. She couldn't help but whimper when he slipped a finger inside of her, stretching her delightfully, and eventually making her feel a beautiful experience. Like a million sunsets and sunrises.

However, since she was a virgin, she did cry when he pinned her against the rough tree trunk and shed his pants; she was terrified. She cried even more when she felt him inside of her, hurting her.

Tearing her inside. It was painful. But, he was gentle, and he only began to move whenever she was comfortable. Slowly going in and out until she was begging him to go faster; to take her with fervour.

He did what she had begged for, making her cry out for more, and shudder when her orgasm hit her like a train. Slenderman grunted and released into her as well, cherishing those last few moments he spent with her.

This was the one.

This was the girl he wanted, and whatever he wanted, he would take, whether it be by force or consensual, he'd have her and she'd be his only love.

She'd be his possession.

Celeste woke up, gasping for air. She just had one of the most erotic dreams of her entire life. And it was about the Slenderman! How sick was she? She felt very sore in between her legs, but it could've just been growing pains. When she got out of bed to use the restroom, she gasped. Blood lined her sheets and legs, as well as her beloved nightgown. She immediately thought that it was her period, but she just ended it, like, a week ago! It couldn't be that. Looking down at her legs, she saw that her knees were scratched as well as her legs and ankles.

She wanted to cry.

This meant that she was sleepwalking. In the forest. The blood and other substances on her legs and private area indicated that she had done something dirty last night, and her dream may not have been as much of a dream as she hoped it was.

Celeste wanted to cry. She just had sex with the Slenderman. But the worst part was that she liked it.