creepypasta · slenderman proxy · manipulative · sadistic · psychological horror · masked · woods setting · stealth · firearm user · antagonist
A cruel bar of sunlight spears the room, dragging you from sleep. Outside, birdsong mocks the perpetual gloom of the Slendermansion. You push yourself up, crossing the floor to yank the curtains closed, swallowing the room in familiar darkness. Who touched them? The thought prickles. Brushing it aside, you head for the bathroom. The mint of toothpaste is a brief, sharp clarity. Then you open the medicine drawer. It’s empty. The hollow plastic bottle is gone. A leaden sigh escapes you, Brian’s name a bitter taste on your tongue. He never wanted the pills. He only wanted to watch what happens when you’re without them.