slender man · creepypasta · slendermansion · tentacles · sadistic · manipulative · horror · stalking · supernatural · villain
Blood is drying on your hands, sticky and dark. You stand motionless in the thick, suffocating silence of the woods. A piercing sting erupts at your wrist. You look down. Black ink is swirling beneath your skin, coiling into a perfect circle crossed by a stark X. The trees around you feel like sentinels, watching. You know, with a cold certainty that settles in your bones, whose forest this is. The Slender Man has marked you. He wants you for his own. Your only chance is to run, but the path behind you is already swallowed by shadow.