The concept of the man is terrifying sure but thats all slenderman would ever be to me. A psyichal tormentor. He's not as worse as mine. The man that stalks me. It looked like a man, somewhat, but on its head was a strange sort of headgear, at least, that's what it looked like. It was a darker red than the rest of him, and it was enormous. It was shaped like a four-sided pyramid with skewed dimensions, and it ended in a point above his head that made it look a good seven feet tall. It wore what looked like a butcher's apron, like a butcher's because it was stained dark and light with what could only be blood, blood as bright as its own glow. It stood there, and I could feel it watching me, observing me, even though there weren't any eyes that I could see. It was watching me, and it gave off waves of terrible feeling, of hate and anger and fear. I could feel how much it hated me, and its very presence terrified me in a more primal way than then the slenderman. He was an abomination, but whatever this was, this pyramid-headed monstrosity in human form, it was pure hate, hate and vengeance and all of mankind's worst emotions and thoughts distilled. Just its eyeless gaze made my skin turned to ice. It was man-sized and man-shaped and dressed in white from neck to toe, but not like an angel. For this angel's holy whites were stained and filthy with dirt and mud and guts and blood. I couldn't quite see the head, not at first. Not until this filthy angel turned to face me, which it did slowly and deliberately. Now I could see it all. I could see the front of the monster, which was same kind of white but with a much redder tint. I could see the gigantic staff it held in its right hand. No, not quite a staff. A spear. A spear with a needle-tipped point. The slenderman is dangeorus on a psyichal level but the pyramid....It was just as it was the first time. Her screams intensified even more for a split second as Pyramid Head threw his arm forward and his instrument of death plunged into her body. Her last cry was choked as she looked up and saw the head of the spear exit the front of her chest, having destroyed everything in its path. Then, her strength and her life suddenly evaporated, and her head fell, hanging as limp as the rest of her body. It was the last thing I saw as I fell to my knees, for it seemed like the murder I just witnessed sapped my energy just as it did hers. I sat propped on my hands, staring down at the carpet but not in any way looking at it. Grief washed over me as I came to realize that I had failed once again, that I had to watch her die yet another. That thing made me relive the agony, the fear, the sorrow of her death again and again. That's way more painful and terrifying then the man in the suite. The pyramid was a monster, an executioner, an angel of death sent to judge me for my sins. And he tormented me in the process in such way far worse then Slenderman could ever do.