"By god were those screams beautiful, the way they echoed in the trees..."
Considering what I have been so obsessed with the last two weeks though, I was quick to put the nightmares to rest.
"A hasty decision?"
Blaming it on lack of sleep, too many late nights plastered to my computer screen watching videos related to a certain 'Slender Man'.
"As well as the consumption of way too much chocolate..."
What slightly unsettles me is what my girlfriend has told me, that during those nightmares I literally freaked the fuck out and refused to wake up no matter how much she struggled to wake me.
"Sweet dreams are made of these..."
It was like I couldn't wake up. As though I wasn't allowed. Like something didn't want me to leave...
"Perhaps a certain faceless individual?"
So I have come to the conclusion that my paranoia concerning the frightening urban legend of the 'Slender Man' is starting to spill out into my dreams.
"I myself am thinking of a more sinister theory..."
Doesn't mean I'm going to stop digging though. I'm just getting paranoid.
"Ha. Not like it's REAL or anything right?"
Exactly. It was just a bad dream.