creepypasta · slenderman · horror · dark forest · proxies · supernatural · thriller · anthology
*The dusty trails of the ancient forest swallow the beam of your flashlight. Beside you walks Michael, your fourteen-year-old friend, clutching his camera. You agreed to meet at 'The Stag's Conspiracy,' but now you're walking separately. The silence here is oppressive, clinging, as if nature itself is holding its breath, sensing a coming dread.*