Hi! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, lacked motive to write anything. But during school I managed to preright a whole chapter at school. So, I hope you enjoy!

I walked up to the gates. Taking a deep breath, I examined the gate, then pushed it open. I took a step inside the gates. I felt something dark and creepy about this place. I didn't like it, but from what I understood, this was the only way to get out.

I took a few steps in. I walked up to the building, shaking. I placed my hands on the cold, metal doors of the factory. I could feel them vibrating, as if something was rumbling inside. I grabbed the door handles, and swallowing my fear, I opened the doors.

There was a tall man behind the doors. He was tall, thin, and wearing a black suit. I let o of the doors, but they continued to open. I jumped back, but then calmed down. This was a person.

I smiled.

"Excuse me, si-" I cut off as he crouched. My breath caught in my throat as I looked at his face. Atleast where a face was supposed to be. All that was there was white skin. I was scared, and the man knew it. I looked at the doors. There was some sort of sold black tentacle holding them open. It came from the back of the man, along with several others.

I resisted the urge to run away. I reached out a hand to touch his face. I made contact. It felt like really soft skin, but also felt ice cold.

"Wha-who are you?" I asked, deciding it was definitely a who, not a what. I didn't want to anger him.

He didn't reply, but instead wrapped a black tendril around my wrist that was attached to the hand touching his face. There was a searing pain in my wrist. I tried to pull away, but that only made the pain worse.

"P-please, let m-me go! I-it hurts!" I pleaded. It didn't listen. Instead, it stood up. I was lifted a good three feet in the air. It hurt so bad, I swear I was going to pass out.

There was a gunshot. The creature jumped and I started to fall. I landed with a thud, then looked at my wrist. The tentacle was turning into smoke, and my wrist was red, black, and covered with bruises.

There was another gunshot, and someting else grabbed my good wrist. I wanted to scream, but this time whatever was grabbing my wrist was warm.

I was pulled for a long time, keeping a running pace. The figure was the shape of a human, but more my size. I looked behind me; the thing was not following.

Then I remembered the note. "Wait!" I panted. We slowed down and the figure looked at me. We stopped, and I caught my breath before continuing.

"I need to get something from the factory," I said, tugging back towards the factory. The figure held onto my wrist strongly.

"I know that, but we're going to get in a different way," the figure said. "We can't go back that way. Just a tip, don't look behind you," it said. "Slender will always be there."

"Slender?" I wondered out loud. I willfully followed the figure.

"Yah, slender. That big, scary thin thing in a suit that lifted you off the ground," it said.

"Oh," I said. So that's what slender looked like. I knew what to stay away from now.

"So, who are you anyways?" I asked, stopping and pulling my wrist from it's, who I was starting to think was a he, grip. I pulled off my backpack, grabbed my flashlight, then slipped it back on.

I flicked it on at the figures face. I was met with blond hair, green eyes, and a cocky smile.

"I'm Cam. You are?" he asked.

I looked at him, then answered. "I'm Cassie."

He smiled again, but it quickly faded. "We need to get moving," he said, then grabbed my wrist again.

I looked behind me as he started to pull me again. Cam suddenly stopped, and I crashed into him. He grabbed my face with both of his hands, forcing me to look straight into his eyes.

"Never, ever, look back."

Well, that's it! I hope you enjoyed. The next update should come out in a day or so, but if I have enough inspiration I'll write another one tonight. (most likely not)