Getting a gift.
My life was ruined by somebody gifting me a copy of Slender: The Arrival on Steam.
Yeah, go ahead and laugh. I'd do the same if it was another in my shoes. My parents always said that I played too many video games. Maybe if I hadn't, I'd still be alive. Then again, my parents always wanted me to go play in the park and climb trees, so it shows what they know. I got given a copy of a game and I played it. Didn't even find it that scary.
Of course, a few days later I walked through the park and I saw him. Or Him, I dunno. Off in the trees, looking at a group of children. I didn't do anything. Wish I had tried now, even if I don't know what I could've done.
I went home instead. Looked for information. Stayed up for three nights reading and watching and researching. Barely left the house. Looking for a way out, answers, a solution that didn't exist.
It was three days until I left my house and saw the monster again.
