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// Worse 
// Story: Nightmare Fuel Anypony? 
// by SolongStarbird 
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	"And then he GETS YA!" Rumble proclaimed, wrapping up his story on Slendermane. The other Colt Scouts around the fire had reactions ranging from jumping back in terror to complete disinterest.
"Do you think Slendermane is real?" Snips asked.
"Nopony knows, but if you ever feel your vision growing fuzzy and you hear static, run for your life, and find the eight pages before it's too late," Rumble replied in a foreboding tone. Snips shivered.
After it became very late, the fire was put out and the scouts returned to their tents, settling down for the night. Rumble fell asleep fairly quickly.
When he awoke, however, it was still dark. His tenting buddy was still asleep as well. Rumble tried to sleep once more, but a mild headache seemed to be preventing him. It was then that Rumble realized that something felt just... wrong. He turned his head, and his eyes went wide. A shadowy figure stood outside his tent.
"S-S-Slendermane?" Rumble quietly whimpered.
"Worse," a raspy voice replied.