Ashton sat at his desk, tapping his pen against the surface of the wooden piece of furniture. It had been a long fifty-nine minutes since eleven p.m. The mail had been slowly coming in and has since been reduced to a crawl. Finally, the clock reached twelve and he grabbed his coat and started to head out the door. But just as he had put his hand on the doorknob, a letter came through the system. He sighed and went to go get it.

On the letter had a circle with an X going through it, made with blood, on the front. It had no other form of identification. He shrugged and put the letter in the bin for the next mail person to take care of then walked out the door. What he saw next was.. disturbing. A kid that looked exactly like slenderman was across the street, staring at him. He blinked and the kid was gone, he shivered from the cold of the night air and started walking home.

Upon arrival, he immediately closed the door and locked it, for he lived in a not so good neighborhood. People had gone missing in abundance this year. He let out a breath he had been holding and looked down at the mail slot, for he had felt something hit his foot. The exact same letter from the post office was in his house, the letter must have been for him. When he opened the letter he gasped.

I'm coming.

Now he was glad he locked the door. He started to head upstairs to his bedroom when he heard the sound of glass shattering. Someone had broken in, and to his disbelief, as he turned around it was the slenderman kid from earlier. Long tentacle-like appendages grew out of the kid's back with a sickening crackle. The kid then shot in front of him, picking him up by the throat. Ashton struggled against them, but it was no use. Somehow, this kid was stronger than he was and with one quick moment from the kid everything went black as he had his neck snapped. The sound of a body being dragged filled the house as the kid exited the house and went into the woods nearby.

The next day, back at the post office, Mai walked in for her shift. It was weird walking in because Ashton usually arrived before her. She shrugged it off however and began to short the incoming mail for the day. The first one was addressed to a Bob Cratchit. The second to a mister Ebenezer Scrooge.

"Oh god not Scrooge," she groaned in despair, "That guy absolutely loathes everything but money." She sighed and continued sorting the letters. The next belonged to a mister Jacob Marley. A lovely man, for Scrooge's business partner that is. The on and on the sorting went, from letters to packages all addressed to the townspeople. It was almost quarter to noon, and still no sign of Ashton.

She was starting to worry. The next letter was, strange to say the least. It was addressed to no one and had a circle with an X going through it, entirely made of blood. She felt the urge to open the strange letter to see if it was meant to anyone, but decided against it since it was illegal. She sighed and set the unaddressed letter on the edge of her desk. However, the longer it was there the more she wanted to open it. Curiosity was getting the better of this dear postlady.

"AAAAAAH! I JUST CAN'TTAKE IT ANY LONGER!" She grasped the letter and ripped it open what was written on the paper was blood chilling.

'Ashton is dead... and you're NEXT.'

She let out a nervous chuckle, "Yeah right, Like Ash could be dead. Must be someone's idea of a prank." When she set the letter down she looked out the glass door. A kid wearing a business suit with a black tie was outside across the street, covered in blood. She quickly stood up and briskly walked over to him, knocking the chair down as she stood up. As she got closer and closer to the kid, she felt ill and her vision went blurry. She blinked a few times to try and fix her vision, it worked but the kid was gone.

"Huh, must have been a mind trick." She went back to the post office, picked up her chair and began to go back to sorting the mail. The strange thing, however, was that the unaddressed letter was missing when she reached her desk. Once again she shrugged the paranormal activities off and continued working.

It was almost midnight and there was still no sign, or word, from Ashton. Mai was debating on calling the police as she was walking home from work, phone preemptively in hand. Once she had gotten to her house, she locked the door and was headed to the front room to turn on the television. The news was the last station she watched yesterday. She was about to turn it to her favorite game show when the words 'Man found dead in home' scrolled across screen.

A knot formed in the pit of her stomach as she was met screen to face with that of Ashton. The doorbell rang and the sound of glass shattering came from her front room. Someone had broken in and apparently wanted her to know they were there. She grabbed her pepper sprat and slowly edged her way to the room.

The child was there, the one from across the street of the post office. He looked directly at her, although he had no facial features, and tentacles came crackling out of his back. She screamed and tried to run backwards, but tripped on the rug under her feet and fell flat onto the floor. He walked towards her and stabbed her with all of his tentacles. The life drained from her eyes slowly as her body fell to the floor as the child ripped out and walked back out the door.

(The end)

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This is a creepypasta story about my oc senderman , I've commissioned TT Parker on the commissions amino & credit goes to them .