Morningstar is in Texas.
So I'm huddled up in my tiny room. With a shotgun. And a laptop, obviously. There's a window, and I'm trying to avoid it, because guess who is out there.
It ain't our dearest darlingest Lucikins.
He's just standing there. Watching me. I don't... I don't like it. Is it revenge for the Operation Wintergreen thing? Too bad, Slender Man. I don't feel bad about it. We gave that little girl something, something she wouldn't have had hanging on a tree.
Here's a question for all my readers. How does a man watch someone when he has no eyes? I'd like to know that. It's disconcerting. Creepy. I want to open my window and shoot him right now.
Why didn't I try that before?