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🙎‍♀️Story1: An old German journal, dated 1702, contains a chilling account:
🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Sure, which publication, specifically? Creepypasta doesn't count.
🙎‍♀️Story1: “My child, my Lars…He is gone. Taken from his bed. All that was left was a scrap of black clothing. Lars came running into my bedroom yesterday, screaming at the top of his lungs.
🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: This reads more like a modern-day story than a historic journal…
🙎‍♀️Story1: “The Tall Man is outside!”, he cried. When I asked him what he was talking about, he told me about Der Großmann. He said he went into the groves by our village and found one of my cows dead.
🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: Eh? Slendy kills cows?
🙎‍♀️Story1: It’s carcass was hanging from a tree. I thought nothing of it at first…
🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: A cow hanging from a tree. And - you thought nothing of it. Huh? Well, I'd think that was a bit off.
🙎‍♀️Story1: But now, my poor Lars is gone. We must find him and leave this place before we are killed. I am sorry my son… I should have listened to you. May God forgive me.”
🧝‍♀️Ocean Elf: *Teleports Lars back home* There, Slendy didn't get him. But you might want to get together with the other villagers to find out who's stealing and stringing up your livestock.
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