“Oh, should I travel through the woods, or should I not wishing I would. For above me lurks within the trees, no one could hear my deathly screams. The palest man, the blackest suit, bigger than the tallest brute. Six black arms will grab you up, or stalk you till you just give up. A top hat bares upon his head, makes your soul fill up with dread. He takes you when you least expect, boil you up, and eat your neck, he’ll leave your body not to eat. But staple your corpse on a tree. Fear the man, the slender man, for he can do, what no one can.”
— Rostin Amirani