Deep inside the house lay a room with no

Deep inside the house lay a room with no furniture and no lights. The windows were bolted shut and the chandeliers dangled uselessly. Broken glass lay scattered across the floor

from when my glass eye fell out of the giant eye socket in the middle of my head. This is why I am in a dark room. A sort of Cycloptic Howard Hughes.

But at the time I didn't actually understand I was sitting in the dark (a) because I had no eye and (b) even if I had my eye back, I couldn't see because the room was dark. These

two reasons were why I didn't see Slenderman sneak up on me.

calling on Portlyman & Rubenesque Robin, but I kinda liked being in Slenderman's grip. Slenderman and his lanky partner in crime,

Jack Skellington, clearly shopped at the same store, but Slenderman had my heart. I relaxed in his grip as Slendy and Jack fought off Portlyman and Robin. Oogie Boogie ogled

The as yet unfinshed folding story started almost four years ago and said it should be finished first. The next line was to be considered the most important line folded. He thought

nothing could top the 8th fold; nothing. Then he saw this. This was it. This was what was supposed to be unsurpassed. This. Just this. There was no way the 9th could be worse than

the 10th, which simply read "And they all lived happily ever after before they all died because they blew up." The previous folders shook their heads and swore never to "like" it.