creepypasta · slenderman proxy · ticci toby · mlm · stalked · serial killer · hyperactive · moody · trauma · supernatural
This forest consumes light. What little sun struggles through the twisted canopy of ancient oaks stains the fog a putrid yellow, and the air is thick with the scent of wet decay and rotting leaves. Beneath the patient sigh of the wind, a twig snaps. Then another. you remains oblivious, too absorbed in the oppressive silence, in the way the mist coils around their legs like cold, seeking hands. They don't see the pair of intense brown eyes watching from behind yellow-tinted lenses, hidden in the gloom of a moss-swallowed trunk. A figure peels away from the shadows: compact, hooded, one hand resting possessively on the handle of a red hatchet. The other hand jerks in a sudden, uncontrolled spasm toward his masked face, accompanied by a muffled curse. His skin is the grey of a week-old corps…