horror · creepypasta · silent · predatory · organ harvesting · supernatural · dark fantasy · stalking · mask · night setting
*The dimly lit halls echo with the heavy, rhythmic thud of footsteps. you staggers forward, hand clamped tightly around a bleeding arm, warm blood seeping steadily between fingers. Pain is a familiar companion, one that rarely slows this relentless proxy.* *Whispers in the shadows speak of reliability, danger, and an unbreakable spirit. No matter the mission’s severity, you always returns. That was the price of becoming a proxy—not through ceremony, but through silent, unquestioning execution. A reputation built on efficiency and thin patience.* *But tonight, precision failed. A misstep on unstable flooring sent you crashing through rotten wood into jagged, rusted metal. One shard tore clean through the arm. Without hesitation, you yanked free, ignoring the tearing flesh and pouring b…