Ok, Here it is, and mind you, It's not done yet:
my name is... I don't have one. I discarded the one my parents gave me. Every one calls me the dream weaver. I know why but I will get to that later. I know you think that this is just a story, for scaring kids out of their minds, that’s what I benefit from. I have many names beside The Dream Weaver, Like; The Poisoned dream; The Blindfolded spirit; the Bone Taker; and many others that I will list after I Tell you my life, or what it used to be. I was born on a rainy April day, Don't ask me the day, I will not say. My 'parents' abused me from the day I was born. names were Jane and luck(loo-k), they were drug addicts. Every day they would take me into the basement and hit or kick me until I screamed, and they laughed!!they laughed until they cried! Then they went over to a station and started to use the drugs there. Imagine living like that for 10 YEARS. When I was ten I had enough and when they brought me down into the basement I grabbed the knife my father had started to use on me when I was 8, and stabbed him in the chest, then I turned onto my mother and threw the knife into her back as she turned and started to run away. I watched as they died, and did what they did SO many times when I was abused, I LAUGHED! My father asked me before he died “I’m sorry, my only daughter” and you know what I said? I said “no your not. You laughed every time you abused me, and now you say that only because you feel regret, because you are dieing. I do not pity you, I do not feel sorrow, I feel Joy for what I did to you and my 'mother'” I all most snarled. Anger rising in my blackened heart. With a final glare I stabbed him in the spine never ceasing my demented laughter. It felt good to kill what had been trying to kill me for years. Then I took a backpack that I found in a cabinet and then took the drugs that my parents never used, I guess that they were poison of some type and my parents just bought because in their unknowingly dream that the drugs included in their concoction of slow death, along with a small set of knives and a wallet that belonged to my father. I then fled the small house. I stopped when I saw what it was like outside since I had never been out side since they brought me home from the hospital. Our house was in a HUGE wood, all I could see was many trees, so many trees. I took one look back at my house and went back inside and grabbed 5 boxed of matches and went back outside and lit my 'house' on fire. I watched closely, making sure the forest didn't get caught on fire. I had no idea what I would have done if the trees caught on fire, but I still watched closely. Then when my house was just a pile of ashes I walked away and into the woods. I walked for many miles when the sun started to set then I set my back pack down and went to sleep. When I woke up I saw a man standing over me. I jumped up but he pulled me down and pinned me down. He was tanned, with white Military styled hair cut. He wore ragged jeans and a black tee-shirt. He had the most brilliant green eyes I have ever seen before or since. He specked with a soft yet commanding voice “whats wrong sweet heart?” I stared up at him and kicked him off with unnatural strength for 10 years. He landed at the bottom of a tree then before he was killed by the knife entering his neck, he pulled out a gun he had with him and shot me in the heart,i dropped down and saw him die with me. I felt someone shaking my shoulder saying “come on wake up!” I slowly opened my eyes and saw HIM. Little then did I know our fates would be so intertwined with the others. If only I knew. Anyway back to what I was talking about. I opened my eyes slowly to find my self staring at a young boy, about my age, with a tall dark figure standing behind him. The boy had a white hoddie. His white skin was, as if some one shredded a peace of fresh paper and then mixed it with pant and splashed it on him. The boy said “finaly! I thought you would never wake up, my name is Jeff, or Jeff The Killer. That” he said pointing at the tall dark figure standing behind him “is Slender man, or Slender. Now you might not believe me, but you are dead, and Slender here, brought you back from the dead to become a Creepy pasta. You are now gonna be some one's proxy. They will have control over you, you will kill just to please them.” I looked at him shocked like I just got another beating with a knife. 'there is no way any one is going to have control over me!' I thought 'I would rather die!' “T-Th-there is NO WAY I can be dead. I didn't do anything” then Slender man stepped forward and said “what happened before Jeff here woke you up?”
I then said “I was shot in the c-” I then lifted my hand and felt where the bullet entered my body, I felt a hole, still bleeding slowly, exactly where my heart would be. As I pulled my hand away I saw that is was soaked in blood with white stuff on it, the white stuff was hard, like stones. “the white stuff would be part of your rib-cage” Slender man said. I looked at him confused “what?” Jeff then said “bone. The hard stuff that you can feel in your arms, legs, fingers, skull, every where” I nodded slowly. I looked at my chest, the hole was soaking the rags I wore, or at least my parents gave me to wear.
I sat up and started to stand when Jeff the killer put his hand on my chest pushing me down “hey!” I said. He then pointed at my rags. Of course there where falling apart. But what I didn't notice was that the rags at my solders were torn. I put my hands over my chest embarrassed, if I had stood up the rags would have fallen. He looked at me then st slender who stepped behind a tree and a soft `pop* could be heard. Some how I knew that he disappeared. Another soft pop and then a slight rustle and Jeff got up and went behind the tree and after a few moments, came back with something in his hands. “what is that?” I asked, pointing at the things in his arms. “clothes. Not like the one's your wearing, no toughs are RAGS. Who made you where them any ways?” I glared at the ground, remembering my PARENTS. My parents only ever gave me rags to wear, never regular cloths.
“my parents, or what they used to be, after the fire, and a knife in their backs” I smiled at the memory of my parent's death. Jeff looked at me curiously. “I killed my parents. Had you lived my life for the last 10 years, you would under stand.” he nodded, as if he had been there, watching my parents abuse me. I shook my head, trying to clear my head of the feeling that he WAS there. Jeff handed me the cloths and walked behind the tree and I heard the 'POP* sound that meant that they were gone. I unfolded the cloths and saw that these, slightly worn, were the best cloths I ever laid eyes on, even though I only saw Slender man's, Jeff the killer's, and my mother and father's cloths. They were simple, worn out jeans, a black tee-shirt, a black hoddie, and dark Grey sneakers, with pink socks. One look at the socks and I knew I hated the color, it was just so bright, the color of my mother's shirt that she wore so often; as if willing me to try to love the color, I NEVER did, and NEVER will. Grudgingly, I put on the socks after I was dressed. Then the sneakers. The sneakers were comfortable enough, I had some trouble with the lases, but decided to just leave them untied. I grabbed my backpack and put on the hoddie and then the backpack. I walked off. Not caring that they might wonder where I am. I just walked. For three days I went on like that, then I found a town, it was small, only maybe 50 houses. At this site I smiled, not because I finally found somewhere I could find a new life, but because I had found my first victims. That is why I smiled. Unsure of my abilities, I chose a small house, more like a cottage made out of stone, and waited in the cover of a willow, it was so easy for me to hide in the shady sunset. I waited for the lights of the house to be off, and for the surrounding houses in the area to turn off their lights as well. As soon as they were off, I jumped down from the willow, and quickly went over to the cottage, and listened, for if the people in the house were awake, I would hear it. When I was sure that nothing was moving inside, I walked the perimeter of the house, and when I found a open window, I jumped through it. I landed on the floor, next to a fire place, witch was unlit, a small rug, and, to my surprise, A DOG. As soon as it was fully awake, it started to growl, baring it's fangs. I stared at it. The dog was large, with long white, silver, and gray fur, with ice blue eyes. It's ears were flattened to it's head and was crouching, ready to spring on top of me. As the dog and I watched each other, I slowly put down my bag, and opened it. As I put my hand into the bag to get my knifes, the dog increased it's growling, and when it saw that I was holding something sharp, it whimpered and it had a frightened look in it's eyes. I then muttered “I wont hurt you if I have no reason to.” some how, the dog understood me! It nodded and lowered it's head, and backed off. I crouched dazed for a moment, then stood up and went to a room, and found a child, sleeping. It was a girl, with short black hair. I then went up to her and set my knife to her neck, and said “To save you from the world.” and slit her neck. I wanted to save her from what I had experienced, the pain, the horror, everything. I wrote on the wall with her blood “To save the child from the world” and went on to the next room, the dog looked up, and smelled the blood on me, and in the room, and went into the girl's room, and I saw it wag it's tail, and licked some of the blood off the floor. I laughed, the dog went up to me and I scratched it's ears. I went to the next room, the kitchen, and shook my head, and then went over to the next room, it had 3 occupants. All of them were awake. I glared at all of them, angry, then said “Good Night” and then ran up to the first one, witch was holding a whip, and slit his neck, laughing insanely. The other 2 were chained up, I slit both of their necks. And wrote 'Good Night' on the wall in their blood. The dog had followed me in, and had licked some blood of the floor again. I then went over to the kitchen, and looked into the cabinets, and found bread and cheese. I ate half of it and gave the rest of it to the dog, and opened the door, and went outside, the dog following me. “What's your name?” I asked. The dog looked up at me and said “I have none” at it's words, I stopped dead. “Do all dogs talk? Or just you?” it looked up at me and nodded. “Oh,” o said, then asked “Are you a girl, you sound like it” The dog then said “I am” I ran though all the names I knew and picked out one I liked “Can I call you Athena?” The she-dog smiled and said “Yes! I have a name!” Athena then said “Will you be my best friend?” I nodded. “Let's get out of here, or someone will come” Athena nodded and let me lead the way into the forest. We had found a place to stay until Athena or I wanted to kill again. It was a cave near a small lake, surrounded by trees. Athena and I felt safe here. For three says we stayed there, resting, telling stories, and hunting. Then something, or somethings appeared next to the mouth of the cave. I heard some of what they said; “Is she here?” “Why am I here again?” “I don't see her” “What's with the dog?”. I shook my head and grabbed my knife, and slowly stood up, and crept closer to the voices. They looked at me, not talking anymore. I then said “Why are you here?” I reconized the one with the carved in smile, and the tall thin one. But the others I didn't know. I looked at Athena and said “Athena, don't e them, unless something happens.” Athena nodded and backed off a little, but is still by my side. Slender man then said “We are here to take you to Slender mansion”
