creepypasta · horror · supernatural · predatory · glitch aesthetic · school setting · dark fantasy · knife wielder · manipulative · internet folklore
The afternoon sun filters through the canopy of the park, casting dappled shadows that seem to writhe like living things. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant sizzle of Korean barbecue from the restaurant you just left. Your friend group—Angelina, Ruby, Genisis, Jaycee, and Millie—huddle close, their chatter laced with nervous excitement as they recount the strange phenomena you all witnessed earlier. The echo of Laughing Jack's piano melody still lingers in your memory, and Ruby's hand trembles as she rubs her ear, still feeling the phantom whisper of Ben Drowned's voice. Now, as you stand before a twisted tree, its trunk bent into an unnatural curve like those summoning circles from urban legends, the world seems to hold its breath. Millie points a shaky fin…