So I'm only using the term "Slender Man" as it's the only entity that I've personally heard about being similar to this creature. Although I do realise Slender Man is an urban legend started online. It could be anything for all I know so that is why I am here. The story I was told has got me very, very curious as the person who relayed it to me is an extreme sceptic...almost annoyingly so. I was quite shocked to receive this account from them to be honest. Perhaps others have seen it/heard stories about it. Here's the tale:
"The year is 2004. I’m 14 years old and living in a duplex with my mother in New South Wales, Australia. It is a fairly dreary Autumn’s night and nothing of interest is happening from my second-story bedroom.
There’s a mild amount of wind and just enough rain to slightly obscure the view from my bedroom window. The view channels through two buildings opposite the duplex and frames the street in front of the unit complex.
On the street there is a perfectly ordinary lamp post that is just visible through the small gap between the two buildings and a tree growing over head.
My blinds were closed on this particular night. As the wind picks up, I start to feel a little jittery from the building energy of a coming storm. The area is notorious for thunderstorms and heavy rain could last for weeks at a time. The breeze starts to rattle my blinds, so I decide to roll it up.
For a while, I stood in front of my window taking in the storm. Light drizzle was being highlighted in the glare from the lamp posts. I didn’t notice anything strange for quite some time; it just felt nice to smell the rain and feel the night air on my face.
It isn’t often we take the time to watch. My neighbor had purchased a few more plants for his balcony, several trees had become quite overgrown and a new tree had started to grow next to the lamp post. I felt a little tense. There was a growing feeling, but I wasn’t sure of what.
The rain was getting a little heavier now, and I remember an urge to close my blinds. Still, I watched. The tree next to the lamp post caught my attention. I was unsure of how long it had been there, but I just assumed it was one of the many things happening around us that go unnoticed.
After a good three seconds, my eyes did what all eyes do in the dark: they attempted to make a pattern from limited information. It is this tendency to make sense of the world that leads us to seeing things that aren’t really there. The tree started to look like a very skinny person. Inside of me, the strange feeling grew.
At night shapes often turn into silhouettes for a brief moment. It is in this moment we have a surge of adrenalin and go into fight or flight mode. We need to know, and we need to know quickly, if this sudden shape poses a threat. Maybe we turn our head or flinch; I chose to squint.
I expected the shape to turn back into a tree with my increased focus, but when it didn’t, the fear was immediate. It was happening right in front of me, but I still wasn’t convinced. Maybe I’m just seeing things. It was at this moment all uncertainty as to what I was seeing went away. The creature turned its head at an angle that would have directly made eye contact.
The movement was deliberate and unmistakeable. Trees don’t rotate 45 degrees in the wind and stay perfectly still. I’ve had 9 years to speculate as to what this meant:
- The creature knew it was being watched
- The creature was trying to blend in
- The creature wanted me to know that it knew I could see it
We stared at each other just long enough for the silhouette to gain some detail and for my eyes to properly adjust to the low light. It was about two heads taller than the lamppost and roughly three times as thick. Its clothes seemed dated but formfitting. While our clothes are boxy and rectangular, this creature’s clothes were like tubes. As its clothes didn’t reflect much light, this suggests that it was somewhat camouflaged in dark colors I suppose.
This is further supported by the random patterns of texture I was able to witness, similar to military BDUs. The patterns didn’t repeat and looked very much like dirt, bark or bitumen. There were random dashes of white lines, but they only served to make the clothes seem 3D. The only familiar part of its outfit were the shoes. They looked similar to gumboots and were completely black. Lastly, the length of the creature’s limbs were disproportionate to its torso and head.
The torso was like a small cylinder supported by a bipod with arms hanging stiffly by the side close to the ground.
Our staring contest lasted quite a few seconds. A part of me was still unconvinced. This was until it bounded away from my view withing two monstrous steps. It took a fraction of a second for it to cover massive distance. Its steps seemed sharp and violent. The feeling of warning that I had seen something I really shouldn’t have is what’s lasted from that experience. It was as if it was showing me as simply as it could what it was capable of doing. I got the distinct impression this creature was neither bad or good, but could be either.The next thing I did was slam down my blinds and open my bedroom door. My family were asleep, but at least they’d hear if something were to happen.
I’m not sure if this event is related, I’m lying awake one night. I’m not sure if this happened before or after spotting this creature. There’s a bad thunder storm and my window is shaking. It is shaking far too strongly to be thunder. Needless to say, I’m terrified. The shaking continues for over 30 minutes, and it sounds like cats are fighting outside. I have the debilitating thought that something is trying to get in.
Eventually, I turn on the lights, calm down and fall asleep. When I wake up, I conclude it was either a dream or just cats fighting during a bad storm. This conclusion is dismissed the moment I see my fly screan. It had been bent out of shape and badly torn. Not even the worst storm I’d experienced in the area had succeeded in doing this.
Needless to say I have several theories:
If the attack at the window happened before spotting the tall creature:
- The tall creature was the creature trying to get in
- The tall creature was collaborating to get in
- The tall creature was an impartial observer
- The appearance of the tall creature is unrelated
If the attack happened after spotting the tall creature:
- Spotting the tall creature is what caused it to attack my window
- The tall creature was doing reconnaissance
- The tall creature was guarding me
- The tall creature was involved in the attack
- The tall creature coordinated the attack
- The attack was a result of accidentally seeing the tall creature
- The tall creature’s appearance beforehand was coincidental
There are a number of other conclusions, but these seem to be the most obvious and most reasonable of them all. It is my instinct that says the attack occurred after spotting the tall creature. My take on what occurred is that I saw something that I shouldn’t have seen. The attack that followed was simply a repercussion from doing so, but I do not think the tall creature was involved directly.."
Then they followed it up by sending this when I mentioned "Sleder Man"
"You know this creature as Slenderman, but Slenderman was fabricated 6 years after this event in 2009 when he first appeared on a Create Paranormal Images thread on the Something Awful forums. During the six years when no one had heard of Slenderman, my internet searches for “the tall man” actually came up with decent hits. The little research I collected seemed to suggest he was the spirit of intimate objects"