I finally remember what that dream about the fire was and for real this time. On November 14th my father really did die in a fire but that isn't the entire story there's more. My dad died trying to save me from that bastard that is now haunting my brother.
Seven years ago I had a friend he was invisible and odd but he was my friend. He would play with me when Mom and Dad were too busy to and he would talk to me even though I don't remember what his voice sounded like now. He was my best friend back then. One day when I was watching TV my dad noticed me talking to my friend and wandered what my "imaginary" friend's name was. I told him Slender Man and he laughed thinking it was a funny name. A month or so went by and dad didn't notice anything but soon after he started to act different more distant, nervous. Looking back I think he started to see him too. Then one day I was talking to my friend who offered to take me away to somewhere else. Dad must have overheard because he came into the room yelling. I was stunned and didn't understand much of what was going on except that dad was pissed. Suddenly Dad lunged at Slender Man who struck him into a wall with a tentacle. I was scared and ran out to find Mom who was carrying my baby brother in her arms and yelling to get out of the house. When I was outside I saw that the house was on fire and Mom was yelling for Dad but sadly he didn't make it out on time. We move after that and I never saw my "friend" again. Until now.
Dad thank you for saving me.
Edit: Shit I missed more days that I don't remember. This is getting worse.