Okay, from the bowels of hell (and the fact that quite a few people have been talking about the topic) here comes my next story
(Warning: If you have a fear of this subject please, don't read it, for your own sake)
The Faceless Man: The untold story
I was created at the dawn of time. I don't remember it very well, just that it was very dark. Always, so dark. They told me, the creators, that I was made for a purpose, and that purpose was yet to be fulfilled. So I waited. In the darkness. They created me without a face for a reason; I just didn't need one. I could see everything around me, I couldn't help but not. I was created to be able to see everything, and everyone, so I had no need for eyes. I also learned later, about 2000 years later, that I was created accidentally. They were in the process of creating something with a conscience that would have the freedom of choice and will, and I was a bi-product. Instead of destroying me, they merely contained me, as I possessed gifts that others did not. So they contained me here, in the darkness. I watched millenniums go by, still waiting, waiting for my purpose.
One day, I saw a light. A light that cracked through the darkness. It made me feel cold; it hurt my inner being to my very core. When the light vanished, I followed where it had originated from, and found myself in a strange new land. There were buildings made of triangles, and people who looked like me, walking around. I proceeded to interact with one of them, but as I touched them, their eyes filled with darkness, the same darkness that I had known all my life. Also, the fact that I had escaped into a new realm left my being in two, and caused me to shift around, from shadow to shadow, teleporting. The same thing happened, I touched others and I infected them with the darkness, and they went crazy. Almost demonic. I left this realm and returned to the darkness, and asked (and pleaded) for my creator to tell me why this is happening to me. It felt like 10 millenia before I got an answer, calling for me. It said:
"You were created for a purpose. For eons now, we have been feeding 'humans' knowledge of what you look like, so that when your time comes, you can do what is needed of you, and that time is now. You have existed in the darkness for too long, and it has infected your very being. You spread this disease to any mature human you such, and it infects their brain until they can't take it anymore. But this only spans to those humans who have matured. Your purpose, thought about for eons now, is to save the children of 'earth' from the coming apocalypse. The devil, the one demons call 'Satan' has created a way that the humans have destroyed themselves. You must now travel to earth, and rescue certain gifted children, so that those who have consciences and souls that are pure can be saved from the coming fire. I shall admit to you, they will fear you, as they have every right to, but you must rescue them at any cost. Even if it costs the lives of those dearest to them. Do not worry, everyone you infect from now on will be saved by me. You must rescue the children, before it is too late...."
And this is now the present. I spend my days, travelling between the shadows, and rescuing the blessed children of the earth. I noticed that I create fear in the hearts of them when they see me, and they have taken to calling me names, like 'Slender-man', so I even now wear the clothes that they do, what they call 'suits'. They will fear me, but I must continue my mission, no matter the cost. I, the first of the angels, will do what is necessary.