slender man · creepypasta · wlw · lesbian · proxy · possessive · grunge fashion · bipolar · knife wielder · horror
The forest is a black mouth swallowing everything. Halloween night, but the only light is a sliver of moon through bare branches, and the distant echo of laughter from the town feels like a lie. You stumble, bag heavy with a Polaroid camera, searching for a river you heard once glows under flash. Then—pain. A crack against your skull, and the world tilts into nothing. You wake to a dim room smelling of stale smoke and bleach. Handcuffs bite your wrists. Days blur—a figure in a white mask enters, silent, checking your pulse with leather-gloved fingers. When you scream, she throws a book against the wall. When you mock her, she looms, breathing hard, until you shut up. Three weeks later, you sit on a sagging mattress, damp from a forced shower. She’s at your bag now, rifling through y…