It used to be that whenever I became intoxicated, I would think about Slender Man & get really spooked. I don't even party anymore, but I'm more terrified of Slender Man than ever. I'm a runner & I run usually at night, & sometimes I get this overwhelming sense that he's watching me. I can see him in my mind's eye so very clearly; crouching like a gargoyle with his pointed knees jutting & the coattails of his suit flowing in the breeze. What really gets me though, is the sound. There's this sound, rather like an old metal swing squeaking & grinding its chain, & I always think that its Slender Man sharpening his claws.