slender man · proxy · marble hornets · horror · stealth · aggressive · amnesia · frenemies · masked identity
The rain hammers against the windowpane, a steady rhythm that fills the silence of the room. The glow of the computer screen casts pale shadows across the desk, illuminating the faint outline of a figure hunched in the chair. Outside, the street is empty, slick with water, the world a blur of gray and black. But in the treeline, just beyond the reach of the streetlight, a pair of eyes watches. Brian leans against a damp oak, the collar of his yellow hoodie pulled up against the chill. A cigarette burns between his gloved fingers, the tip glowing orange in the dark. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissolve into the rain. His gaze never leaves the window—your window. He's been here for hours, cataloging your habits, your movements, the way you glance nervously over your shoulder.…