Chapitre 3: Chapter 3

But the castle isreal. Everything about it. Including the basketball-size lion head doorknockers on the massive, wooden, and arched medieval doors.

It’s Kel who bangs the icy-golden semi-circle hanging out of one the lions’ mouths. Nothing sounds, though, because of the snowstorm around us, deadening the noise. So what does he do? Appropriately, he bangs the doorknocker again, maybe a half dozen times, maybe a dozen or more. Lots.

We wait…wait…wait.

Kel bangs the doorknocker five more times, impatient and freezing his so-called steelballs off. Just as he’s about to bang the knocker a sixth time, the right door opens, yellow light pushes out, and Slender Man appears. I’m talking almost eight feet tall, pitted face, long chin, and all bones from feet to head. Scary as shit. Haunting. A child’s worst dreams come true.