[ WP ] Take a well-known creepypasta or scary urban myth , but make it heartwarming instead of frightening .

`` This is such a waste of time'' I grumbled miserably. I was never a fan of the woods. 
 
 I mean seriously, why did we spend thousands of years developing housing and cities if we were going to hang out in the woods all the time? 
 
 `` Just hurry up, I want to get these shots before it gets pitch black out here.'' yelled my friend from further ahead. `` The place is pretty close. Just a few pictures and we can leave, some of the graffiti is kinda cool''. 
 
 The trees stood tall and menacing, void of leaves in the late cold autumn. Their long shadows cast on the ground did little to persuade me further. 
 
 `` Yeah, yeah I've heard that one before.'Just a few pictures man *I swear*' ``. 
 
 His face smirked with somewhat smug satisfaction in knowing I had no intention of leaving him to his own devices. We pressed forward. 
 
 `` They say something haunts this place'' he said, almost goading me with the comment. 
 
 `` Oh fuck off. Three pictures. Count'em, three, and then we leave. I have better things to do on my Saturday than play `` Peter Parker'Forest Edition' `` I replied snidely. 
 
 Dusk brought an almost sinister glow to the forest itself, each tree seemed to resonate bad tidings for our travels. 
 
 The building showed itself before long. Its function not apparent from its crumbled design. Corridors where doors once were and bashed and broken windows peppered among the many cracked stone walls of its makeup. A wild and un-kept clearing in the forest stained with this lone building. 
 
 `` They say the Slenderman lives nearby. He took the children from this daycare and that's why they had to close it down,'' he said sneering at me. 
 
 His obvious attempts to get a rise out of me were unsuccessful. I was practically an adult at this point, the boogieman is n't going to scare me. 
 
 `` Just get your photos and let's go. Jasmine wants to chill tonight and I have n't got time for *you* to waste''. 
 
 `` Fine. There's just a few good shots I need inside, where there are some interesting markings. I'll be right back, you can stay out here since your too big a pussy. Maybe I should text Jaz and see if she'd have the stones *next time*.'' 
 
 He seemed to know that would put a rise in me. 
 
 `` Fuck you. Let's go, if it will make *you* feel better I'll come in. You're not fooling me.'' 
 
 The floors were stone, although at some point there seemed to be carpet. Pieces of tattered material lay around the building as we quickly swept through. 
 
 `` What markings? I do n't see anything here, man.'' 
 
 `` This back room. It's the only one that still has a door.'' 
 
 Almost ominously the door stood before us as he spoke. The hollow wooden door with peeling white paint standing before us. Its hinges made obnoxious noise as we pushed the door open carefully. 
 
 The room held many broken pieces of furniture. What appeared to be shelving stacked along the far wall, barely held together by its remaining structure, a desk, some broken bottles, and various other building remains. 
 
 Immediately of interest, the graffiti on the wall seemed to fill every inch like the scribbling notebook of a deranged lunatic. Drawings of a tall man around many smaller drawings of people. X's on the wall. Black drawings of monsters. 
 
 Most ominously `` He's coming back'' was written across the back wall by the door. 
 
 `` Incredible,'' exclaimed my friend. Enamored by the intricacies of the room, he began snapping pictures frantically. I, too caught up in my own fascination, allowed him to take pictures to his hearts content. 
 
 I began to explore the room to my own desires. Old beer bottles, broken 2'' x 4'''s, a few loose pieces of old carpet. The little shelves held my interest the longest. I remembered my `` cubby'' from childhood daycare, for a second I remembered my younger days. I caught a glimpse of Trick or Treating at a young age, what a peculiar thought. 
 
 That's when I saw it. 
 
 A mask was stuffed in one of the shelves. It had large empty black eyes and a skeleton like set of teeth. 
 
 `` Here is your'slenderman','' I half chortled at my friends child-like depictions of the whole thing. 
 
 I turned to see my friend standing speechless before a tall suited faceless figure. 
 
 Terror gripped every fiber of me as he approached me. Silently approached me. 
 
 The figure stood before me and held out its hand. In response, Instinctively I gave him the mask I was holding surprisingly with calm reproach. 
 
 The figure donned the mask just as calmly, but to equal surprise began to make the mouth move as if the two were one and the same. 
 
 `` Oh thank god you found it! I have been coming back here looking for this for years now!'' 
 
 My friend and I stood in silence at the joyous voice coming from this tall ominous creature. 
 
 `` Thank you so much for returning my face. I let a child borrow it one holiday as a gift. The name is Jack Skellington! Pleased to meet you!'' 
 

