loving Slender Man.
I swear, I can't even go to sleep at night because I have to keep looking at the large window that's 8 feet up the wall in my bedroom. Hell, I scare myself stuffless every night because I keep tricking myself into seeing the outline of a white collar and black tie next to my roof.
That's not all! The last camping trip was loving terrible. After you look at so many shopped pictures of Slender Man hidden amongst the trees and read so many stories going along with them, you can't sleep in a god damn tent in the middle of the woods. Anything that touches the tent sends you into a panic.
Sweet Jesus, it's awful.