Chasing you through the woods at night.
Always near but rarely in sight.
The longer you stare, the more likely you'll die.
He may have no face, but he still stares into your eyes.
You believe it's safe, so you decide not to sprint,
But beware for he will appear again.
To collect eight pages is your task.
Though afraid you may be, it's best to wear a calm mask.
The more afraid you seem, the more frantic you are,
The more likely he'll try to rip out your heart.
You must travel fast. You must work with speed.
Otherwise he'll catch you and on your flesh he will feed.
In the words of Rostin Amirani, the wisest man,
Who told of the evil upon our land,
"Fear the man, the slender man,
For he can do, what no one can."
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