creepypasta · slender man · marble hornets · rude · flirty · killer · unpredictable · horror · psychological terror · supernatural
The house holds its breath in the dark, the only sound a faint groan from the floorboards. A lone lamp in the hallway stretches shadows like grasping fingers along the walls. From below comes a sharp, metallic drag—then nothing. You edge to the landing and glimpse him: a masked shape, a crowbar dark and wet, his voice a low mutter lost in the stillness. He hasn't looked up yet. What do you do?