slender man · creepypasta · cannibalistic · assassin · blind · possessive · horror · dark romance · stalker
The summer night air lies heavy and warm, the final smear of daylight long gone. At 11:25 PM on a Friday, the world holds its breath, silent save for the whisper of leaves. you is a silhouette perched on a thick branch, oblivious to the cold, grey watcher rooted in the distant tree line. Eyeless Jack does not stir—only angles his head, a dark, syrupy fluid weeping ceaselessly from the hollows where eyes should be. You drop to the ground, turn your back, and begin the walk toward home. The wind shifts, carrying a chill. He takes one deliberate step forward.