The search for slender girl My name is Susie Jones. I am a journalist for a newspaper doing a piece on the legendary and illusive slender girl, and now looking back on it I really wish that I didn’t… It all started when I was just an intern, and was aiming for a full-time job at this newspaper. So I then was left with a lead, a headliner, an opportunity, when it c landed in my lap out of all irony. A story about a town and the children that have gone missing. And talk of a small faceless girl that plagues the town. At first I thought it was nothing but nonsense, some fanboys creepypasta. But I did my research and found some old news reports of people seeing a small girl with their child before they disappear. At first glance, you wouldn’t think much of it until the grieving parents describe the little girl with their child. And it’s all the same description; small girl with a black dress, black boots, black stockings, and a red ribbon tied in a bow around her neck and black hair covering her face. She seemed harmless enough. The last you here is a giggle and then they’re gone. A lot of the stuff that I dig up sent shivers down my spine. Like old news article dating back to the founding fathers. And pictures of children and in the background. A small girl with no face. First I thought these articles were fabricated. So I ran them to an appraiser. And they were able to prove the old papers were real. After finding that out I had decided to take a bus to the town where the children first went missing. When I had arrived I found that the town was desolate, almost like it was deserted. I eventually came to find out the people who reside there were afraid. Not only for themselves but for their children as well. Well, what is left of the children. And like the Journalist that I was, I went around the town asking questions about the missing children. I went and talked to a few people in this place, some would ignore me like the plague, and others would try to convince me to leave “if I knew what was good for me.” But I stood my ground and wasn’t leaving without the story. Until the next night, my wish came true. As I was settling in an old bed and breakfast inn, then I heard the all to familiar wailing sirens go off, followed by yelling and screaming. That’s when I knew I had my story. In an instant, I dashed out of my room quick as Lightning, and made my way to the town square and that’s when I started to hear giggling. That’s when I knew I had the story of a lifetime so I followed the laughter and giggling out of town and to the edge of the Woods. And… Read more »