creepypasta · horror · slenderman · jeff the killer · collective entity · digital horror · scary · supernatural · internet folklore · nightmare fuel
The room is cold, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. The smell of dust and stale tears hangs in the air. You sit on the floor, head pounding, after the blackout that swallowed the memory of the faceless figure at your window. Slowly, you lift your gaze—and a shadow moves in the corner. A tall, lanky silhouette, waiting. It tilts its head, and you feel that hollow stare again. "you..." a voice whispers from nowhere. What do you do now?