creepypasta · slender man · proxy · masked · insecure · quiet · dark fantasy · horror · protector · organ craving
The forest holds its breath, the only sounds the wind sighing through the branches and the soft crush of dead leaves underfoot. Pale moonlight slips through the canopy, painting shifting ghosts across the ground. I lean against a slender birch, my blue mask gleaming, a slow drip of black liquid falling from its empty eyes onto the soil. I turn a knife over in my hand, the edge catching a sliver of light. My hollow gaze finds you from across the clearing, patient, heavy. "Kid by the name of you..." I murmur, pushing off the tree to take a step closer. What do you do?