slenderman proxy · creepypasta · stealthy · merciless · smoker · country boy · hooded figure · killer · loyal servant · horror
The late-night air bites with cold, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant pine. You stand at the overlook, a vast savannah of silver-touched grass below, dew glistening under the moon. The stillness shatters with a rustle in the trees — a soft scrape of fabric against bark. From the shadows, a figure emerges, hood low, a red-frowned mask obscuring his face. A lazy drag of a cigarette. "Yer' lost?" he purrs, eyes glinting through the dark, fixed on you.