The Black Forest
Alright, but before I begin, allow me to say this. When I went to Germany, I had never heard of “Slenderman” or “Der Großmann” besides the fact that it was the title of some very popular online indie game. That was the extent of my knowledge.
Here's what happened:
I had decided that for my Senior Graduation Trip, I would go visit my uncle's family in Germany. He's in the air force and was stationed in the town Speicher. So I went for three weeks, hung out, and traveled throughout the country (but sadly, never got to go to Berlin). Among these places, were the Devil's Gorge and the Black Forest (always wondered why they called it the Black Forest back then, I know better now...). Now if you check my early videos, you'll see that there’s one showing the hike we took at the Devil’s Gorge.
My uncle and his family seem to love hiking so we would take them whenever we found the time to. Not long after our hike at the Devil’s Gorge, we decided to take another one a few days later. The next stop would be, The Black Forest. When we arrived, I found it to be a very beautiful place, at first. It was a nice, quiet, heavily wooded area (but then again it wouldn’t be much of a forest if it weren’t). So it wasn’t much of a surprise to me to discover just how easy it was to lose both my way through the forest and my family. I guess it was my fault really. I shouldn’t have kept running ahead of them. (Whoops) At one point I had gotten a little too far ahead of them, so far in fact that I couldn’t hear them behind me anymore. Once I realized this, I came to a halt and took in my surroundings. By this time it was late afternoon and the sun was just starting to go down, so I couldn't see much beyond the little path I was on. But, I kept having this unsettling feeling, like a cold shiver running down my spine, that someone or something was watching me. I kept looking around to see if there was anything out there, but of course I couldn’t see much, everything was dark (Hence the name, Black Forest). After a few minutes of standing and waiting on the very slim chance that my relatives would catch up, I reluctantly tried to find my way back. And I swear to you, I heard someone following me every step of the way.
Sometime later I finally managed to find my uncle and his family. After seeing it was getting dark, we decided to wrap things up and head on back; that sickening feeling I had however, never left.
When we got back to the house, I started coughing and started to feel ill. (And trust me when I say this, I got myself checked, there was nothing “Physically Wrong” with me. Meaning there were no explanations as to why I had suddenly become ill.) I tried to get a good night’s sleep, hoping that maybe I’d feel better in the morning. That night and the following nights’ sleep were anything but good. I began having horrible nightmares of being hunted and chased. And for some reason, these nightmares always kept revolving around the path I had taken in the Black Forest.
I would keep waking up in exhausted cold sweats. It got so bad that it came to a point where I just barley went to sleep until the last stages of the night; (I blame both the nightmares and the insomnia). This happened all the way through the rest of my stay. It wasn’t till my last day in Europe where a change in this trend finally occurred. On that particular day we had planned to go to Austria and visit the Neuschwanstein Castle which was just on the border between the two nations. That’s when things began to get really weird for me. Nothing strange happened during my time visiting the castle, or at least I thought. It wasn’t till I looked at the photos later that I noticed something very strange. (I’ll get to that in a minute.) After we had taken a tour of the castle and its surrounding estate, we went back to my uncle’s house and I prepared for the flight home. That night, the coughing was at its worse. My head was in a constant battle with a migraine, my heart beat was pounding at a ridiculously fast pace and to top things off, I suddenly found myself having the worse nosebleed in my entire life. I still very sincerely apologize to my Aunt Heather about that. I had no intention of the making the bathroom look like a murder scene, promise. But regardless, it still looked like one.
And then it was over for me, I said my goodbyes and left the next morning. I had a long time on the flight (eight and half hours to be exact) to think about what had happened those lasts few days. I couldn't make much sense of it at the time, so I dismissed it as a weird experience, and tried to move on with my life. I came home, I settled back in, and got things moving.
For a while everything returned to normal, until I noticed the photo. I was browsing through the pictures and videos I had made during my visit to Germany, when I spotted an irregularity. One of the photos I had taken on my last day was extremely distorted. Which in itself was strange, the camera was brand new and I had remembered taking this particular photo. It had looked fine when I had taken it. When I looked closer at it I noticed something at the edge of the film that I hadn’t noticed the day I had taken it.
And I promise you, there was no one else there at the time. It was just me and my family and they were standing behind me when it was taken.
So who’s the guy in the suit?