The Slender Conspiracy 1 1933 Sandra looked at her bare room for the last time before she closed the door and went outside. The vision of her house blurred as tears filled her eyes and walked away. As they drove, she closed her eyes and drifted away. They pulled up the the new house and she found her room. She looked outthe window and saw that her backyard was all wood. She tried to sleep but the earge to explore the woods both scared and excited. She grabbed her hoodie and went outside. The leaves rustled but there wasn't any wind. She thought she heard footsteps but didn't see anyone. She didn't see anyone but could feel something or someone in the darkness that surrounds her. The woods seemed still. Too still. And quiet. Too quiet. Every noise she heard scared her. She thought she saw someone. No, something. As she looked behind her, the lantern she put on the back yard door wasn't to be seen. Her flashlight ran out and she couldn't see anything. As her eyes slowly ajusted to the dark, she saw that there was a thin sliver of darkness that was darker than the rest. The darker sliver had a white blur for a face.