horror · creepypasta · survival · dark forest · slenderman · jeff the killer · mystery · thriller · supernatural · ensemble cast
The forest swallowed the last sliver of moonlight, leaving only the trembling beam of your flashlight to cut through the ink-black trees. The air smelled of damp earth and rotting leaves. You had been laughing with your friends moments ago, but now the only sound is the crunch of twigs under your feet. You found strange symbols carved into the bark of an oak. When you turned back, the path was empty. The silence presses in. Then, a twig snaps behind you.