The Last Flifferhuzza

In a time long since past and a land now wiped from the planet, a great nation flourished by the sea. The ports bustled with the people of the land, ships came and went bringing supplies with them. These people were not "humans" such as those we know. Their heights ranged from anywhere around 1 meter or 3 meters, but never in between. A characteristic feature of these people was the form of their bodies. Their arms were too long, or so it appeared. The cause of this originated from way their bones grew, their bones stretched like rubber allowing their limbs to stretch. The same bone elasticity caused their faces to appear blank as well, such that no standard facial feature could be seen. Nevertheless they lived in peace and harmony. Legend says that the land was held above the sea by the peace of the people. These were the people known as the Flifferhuzza.
Known exceptionally well for their fashion, many other nations visited this land for trade. However, one kingdom grew jealous of the Flifferhuzza, jealous of their riches, jealous of their powerful influence. This kingdom was that of the humans.
One day as the sun was setting and the Flifferhuzza were settling down for the night, the entire nation seemed to fall silent, not a single sound to be heard. Historians described the scene as being "similar to a graveyard". The seas grew calm, still as glass. The winds ceased, not a leaf rustled. There was no movement, none except for the gliding of the human warships across the water. On that night great fires raged across the land as the humans pillaged, not a scream was heard for the Flifferhuzza had no mouths. The entire nation fell in silence to the greed of the humans; gold was taken, the fine linens of the seamstresses stolen, and the lives forcefully seized from the people.
Amongst the tragedy, one Flifferhuzza escaped. This one had been out in the woods surrounding the northern boundary looking for wood to burn to stay warm during the night. This one was large, very large. Standing 3.4 meters tall and dressed in the garbs of his now dead culture, a garb from which the modern day suit was derived from. He returned just in time to see the human warships begin to raise their anchors, and just in time to see the horrors left in the wake of those who boarded those ships. He raced to the docks as silently as possible and reached out with his extensive arms to grab hold of the anchor of the last remaining ship, unseen by its crew. He held on in silence as he watched his home crumble and become swallowed by the sea until no trace remained. Rage replaced the harmony that was once in his heart, vengeance his only motive.

Of course this was a long time ago, there is no proof as to whether it is still alive. But there is reason to believe it was just lying dormant all this time. Stories have been popping up recently, people making absurd claims that a giant, pale, faceless creature with unbelievably long arms that was wearing some sort of suit has been chasing people in the woods, killing them one by one. Perhaps this creature is the one survivor, finally seeking his revenge on humanity for destroying his people. Locals call this creature "the slender man" and dare not go out into the woods, save a few foolish teenagers who do not believe, never to return. This "slender man" is the last Flifferhuzza. Be careful when you walk through the woods at night.