Slender man Tall MAn

I know of an old Romanian tall tale, profoundly disliked even in its soonest emphasess. It could be dependent upon a specific occasion, or maybe it is an extrapolation from existing Slender Man stories. The interpretation I'm most acquainted with goes a bit like this:

Some time ago there were twin young ladies, Stela and Sorina. They were overcome young ladies, and had no trepidation of the dim, nor of insects and other creeping things. Where other adolescent women and even youngsters might hide in fear, Stela and Sorina might stroll with their heads held high. They were great young ladies, respectful to their mother and father and to the expressions of God. They were the best kids a mother could request, and this was their demise.

One day, Stela and Sorina were out with their mother gathering berries from the woods. Their mother offer them stay near her, and they tuned in, as they were great youngsters. The day was splendid and clear, and even as they strolled closer to the inside of the timberland the light scarcely darkened. It was almost splendid as twelve when they discovered the tall man.

The tall man remained in a clearing, dressed as an aristocrat, all in dark. Shadows lay over him, dull as a shady midnight. He had numerous arms, all long and boneless as snakes, all sharp as swords, and they writhed like worms on nails. He didn't talk, however made his expectations known.

Their mother attempted not to tune in, yet she could no more resist the tall man than she could overlook how to relax. She strolled into the clearing, her little girls in the blink of an eye behind her. "Stela," she said, "take my blade, and cut a round on the ground enormous enough to lie in." Stela, who was not anxious about the tall man, nor perplexed about the quiver in her mother's voice, obeyed what her mother said. "Sorina," the mother said, "take the berries and spread them in the round, and pulverize them underneath until the juice stains the earth." Though Sorina asked why her mother requested that her do a wonder such as this, she complied, on the grounds that she was a great young lady.

"Stela," the mother said, "lie in the ring."

Stela, however she stressed she may stain her garments, did as her mother asked.

"Sorina," the mother said, and offer Sorina cut her sister open with the blade.

Sorina proved unable; might not.

"Satisfy," her mother said. "On the off chance that you don't, it will be more regrettable. So much more regrettable."

Anyhow Sorina proved unable, and she discarded the blade and ran home, hollering. She stowed away under her cot, anxious without precedent for her life. She held up until her father returned from the fields, and let him know of the repulsive thing she had found in the forested areas. Her father ameliorated her, and let her know she might be protected. He went to the forested areas, his hatchet under control, and as he summoned, she stayed by the hearth, holding up for his return.

After some time she nodded off. When she woke, it was to the sound of thumping on her entryway at the darkest hour of the night. "Who is there?" she said.

"It is your father," the knocker said.

"I don't accept you!" said Sorina.

"It is your sister," the knocker said.

"It can't be!" said Sorina.

"I am your mother," said the knocker, "and I let you know it might be more awful." And the entryway, bolted tight before her father left, fell open as though it had been left unlatched. Also her mother ventures in, her sister's head grasped in one grisly hand, her father's in the other.

"Why?" sobbed Sorina.

"Since," said her mother, "there is no prize for goodness; there is no rest for confidence; there is only frosty steel teeth and scourging blaze for every one of us. Also its desiring you now."

What's more the tall man slid from the blaze, and held Sorina in his smoldering grasp. Also that was the end of her.