The Slender Man Yet Again

Lucas stood beside Mischief on the deck of the ship. She was staring off into the distance, hugging her stuffed rabbit close. Lucas had to wonder. Did being this way bother her? How long had she been in the form of a little cat? Was it strange to be in her natural form again?

“Don’t,” she said, as Lucas started to turn away. Without looking back, she reached out and caught his hand, drawing him over to the rail. “Don’t look over your shoulder, Loki,” she repeated, her voice hardly more than a whisper.

Lucas tensed. “Why not?” he breathed back, dreading the answer.

“He’s there,” she said. She looked away, suddenly focusing on the water again. “Look at the fishies, Loki.” Her voice seemed too loud, somehow. He could tell she was trying to force him to thing about anything except the strange man standing just behind them.

Forcing his own gaze out towards the horizon, he said, “You’ve got better eyes than me, Missy. I can’t see fish at all. There’re birds, though.” It was difficult to not think about something, but thinking about something else… that, Lucas could do. Luckily for both of them, he supposed.