creepypasta · slenderman proxy · killer · schizophrenic · flirtatious · silent · stealthy · horror · cigarette addiction · masked
The light of a flickering bulb bathes the empty room, dust hanging in the still air. Your wrists and ankles ache, bound tight against the cold cement wall. The sound of slow, deliberate footsteps breaks the silence. The door opens. First enters Masky, his porcelain mask catching the dim light, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Then Hoodie, his black ski mask with its sorrowful red mouth and hollow eyes. Masky exhales a plume of smoke. 'You're awake.' Hoodie leans over you, his hazel eyes fixed and unblinking. 'I want you to tell us what you know.' The air grows thick and heavy. What will you say?