Slenderwoman

You kick the hood of your car in frustration. "Work you piece of shit, WORK!"
You sigh, it's dead for sure. You've done everything you could, but the old fucker is not going anywhere.
"I KNEW I should've had it checked before I left. I fucking KNEW." Your anger isn't going anywhere, either. "God, what do I do now?"

Indeed. Being stuck on an dirt road, in the middle of a forest, at night, while going on holiday to a place where no one is really expecting you, your chances of being found aren't exactly high.
More like null, actually.
Your mind starts to run, wondering what should be your next course of action. Cellphone doesn't have any coverage (fucking figures). Should you stay in the car until morning, then look for help? Or go right now, through the dark, lonely forest, to try and find someone who can lend you a hand?

"It'll have to be some big fucking hands to help me outta this fucking mess." You do have all your stuff in the car. It may be safer (for your stuff) if you go out right now. Less chances of the car being found.

"Eh, fuck it."
You open your car and grab your wallet and cellphone. Afterwards you scrounge your backpack for a flashlight, then you face the forest.
Taking a very deep breath, and checking the hour. 12:37 AM.
You turn the flashlight on and start to walk into the forest.


...


"I am done. I am so fucking done." You lie your back against a tree. It's been two hours and you haven't found anyone nor anything. Cellphone still has no cover. You rest for a bit, while the anxiousness starts to grow in your chest.
The fact that you're alone in a dark forest at night starts to dawn on you. Not only that, but you're lost now. You have absolutely no idea where you left your own car. You shake your head. "I should've stayed in the car, godda-"

Suddenly, the sounds of bushes moving are heard.

You pounce up and point the flashlight towards the bushes.
"Hello? Is there anybody there?" Your voice shows doubt, and a tiny bit of fear. "Hello?"
Hesitantly, you start to walk towards the place the noise was heard. "I... I'm lost, my car got stuck in the road, c-can you help me, please?" Just as you finish your sentence, you step on something, something squishy. You quickly look down just in time to see a pitch black tentacle... 'thing' recoiling back into the darkness of the forest.

Maybe this person isn't really friendly.
Or a person, for that matter.

"H-hey? Could you please come out?" You'd like to think you're not afraid. That you aren't scared of some shitty black tentacled monster in the middle of the forest alone with only a flashlight on. But the truth is you are. You are scared shitless.

The sound of someone stepping on a branch is heard behind you. You turn around and point the flashlight at the tree behind you. Only to see more tentacles wrapping around it. Long, night-coloured tentacles. Just as you start to back away, your flashlight starts to stutter as a faint radio static noise is showing itself to your senses. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck." Your survival instincts decide that is it, and outright command you to leg it, which you obey.

You turn around quickly and start to run away, too scared to look back. Your adrenaline-high senses keep you from slamming your own face against a tree, or from tripping on a branch. Dodging everything in sight you run and you run until you can't run anymore. You place your hands in your knees to rest for a bit.

However that bit is short lived, as a static noise is heard again.

You pounce up like a startled deer who was feeding, then start to walk backwards while looking everywhere while menacingly pointing your flashlight.
"Hey now, there's no need to do anything harsh. I'm just lost, okay? I mean nothing bad. I just want to leave, alright?" The static, however, doesn't seem to care, as it grows ever-louder.
"Come on, I just want to leave, I'm not here to do something bad, okay? I just want to leave." Louder and louder, the static grows closer, until you have to drop the flashlight and cover your ears, as it becomes unbearable.

Yet as you were backing away, you seem to hit something particularly soft.

You turn around very slowly, as people do in the movies when the horrible monster is behind them, to see the horrible monster that's going to kill you. When you do, you see no horrible monster. You see... a stomach? You raise your head up, and your eyes meet the dressed stomach and torso of a girl. When your eyes finally reach the top part, the static as loud as before, they see the face of a woman.

Your brain processes the images, and you finally realize there's a woman in front of you. A pale as snow, 8 foot tall white haired woman dressed in a silky black sleeveless dress, her bright, 'bored'-looking red eyes looking at you as if you're some sort of old amusement. Oh, and she has no mouth. Now, you've seen plenty of monstergirls in your 25 years of life. But never one like this.
"Uh, h-hello? A-are you from around here?" You say, a bit loud to counter the static, which, curiously, seems to become quieter as you finish. The girl just continues her empty stare, which is making you uncomfortable. More than you already are. "I saw... something... in the forest, I think we should-" yet you are interrupted by the girl bending slightly to your level.

And then you see them. Ten pitch-black tentacles, coming out of her back.

Your brain quickly puts the pieces of the puzzle together. But not quick enough, as her 'tentacles' shoot towards you and grab you by the limbs. Startled, you start to squirm to release yourself from the monster's claws, who, as bored as ever, effortlessly represses your struggle and begins to walk with you in her grasp. Like a cornered beast, you kick, scream, and, in the end, insult. "Let me go, fucking whore!" The girl stops, turns around, and as she slowly brings you to her level, the static grows loud. Louder than you've ever heard it. Loud enough to make your ears ring and hurt. Her blood-coloured eyes staring right through yours, you steadily grow more and more tired, until you are enveloped by unconsciousness.


...


"Anon, I want these files on my desk 15 minutes ago." Your fat faggot boss orders you.
"Yeah, well, I want you to go fuck yourself Mr. Johnson." You tell your boss back as you slam your laptop against his head. As you do that, your eyes open and you find yourself lying on a bed.
A dream?
As quickly as you murdered your boss in your dream, you realize this isn't your bed. Nor your bedroom. Nor your home. Startled, you sit up on the bed and you glance around the room.


Only find a tall, lanky, black-and-white womanly figure sitting across the room.

Its bored, red eyes looking right through yours.