Scream Silently

The slender man watched through the window. Dalton had become boring, he had fallen victim too easily and in return came back with equally as much ease. There wasn’t anything there, as much of a mystery as Dalton was made out to be, he was still no more than just a man. Which was the problem with everything, they’re all nothing more than ‘just a man.’
So he followed Scarlett from time to time, but she never recovered as long as he was there. She grew used to his face, or lack thereof, and she wasn’t afraid of being watched by him any longer. What was the slender man? She’d ask, what did he ever want?
She could never answer the question.
Maybe the slender man had saved her from herself. Maybe he saved Dalton, too.