S I C K . (A Slenderman Story) - Chapter 4Chapter FourGoneMorning came with no news from the search team. Dianne couldn't help but feel overcome by grief. If Earl were alive, he would have returned to his home by now. A pang of guilt shot through her. He was a good man. He could be a damn ignorant racist at times, but he took care if his family and neighbors. She sat at her kitchen table staring blankly at the cracked glass of water left from the night before. Her eyes moved over to Sam's bowl on the kitchen floor. It still had a decent amount of food left in it. He could still be alive... Just lost... Even then, there wasn't much chance if him returning to her.Her cheeks were still red from crying the night before, the dry tear ducts had given all they could. She closed her eyes and laid her head in her folded arms on the table. She could hear Earl's wife next door yelling at the mortuary assistant to leave, insisting her husband was still alive. Dianne wasn't as hopeful... Rosswood park was big, but not colossal. T
S I C K . (A Slenderman Story) - Chapter 3Chapter ThreeDistortionThe sun was hanging low by the time Dianne made her way home. She did her best to hold her coat closed, frustrated by the cheaply made zipper. The breath she exhaled wrapped like ghostly white smoke around her face. She was visibly shivering as snowflakes pelted against her hard. She wondered if Tuscaloosa was about to face one of their rare winter storms as she walked onto the so cobblestone pathway that led to her front porch. She looked over her shoulder to see Rosswood Park behind the pale sheet of quickly blowing snow. It would have made for a beautiful postcard photograph. She thought about her family in Florida. They probably missed the brisk winters in Alabama.She looked over at the sunset and decided it was still light enough for a picture. She smiled to herself, and dug into her purse for the small digital camera. The battery was nearly dead and the memory close to full. She lifted it towards the woods and focused in before snapping a picture.
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