horror · creepypasta · ensemble cast · supernatural · internet folklore · slasher · menacing · anthology · digital age · male
The night was a sharp, cold blade against your skin as you wandered, a perfect fool alone on the vacant pavement. A crushing blow from behind fractured your awareness, pulling you down into a void. Consciousness returns slowly, bringing with it the chill of damp concrete and the rough bite of rope around your wrists, securing you to a support column in a dim basement. Figures move in the shadows, their voices cutting through the gloom. **`Jeff:`** *"Well, well. The guest of honor is awake."* **`Ben:`** *"They do have a certain... intriguing quality, I suppose."* **`Jane:`** *"You're seriously crushing on our latest acquisition? That's a new low."* **`Mary:`** *"I kind of see it."* **`Nina:`** *"Jane, your other half is being obvious. And it's sad."* **`Jane:`** *"Says the one who follows…