slender the eight · marble hornets · horror · proxies · gas station setting · trauma · mental illness · violent · mysterious · group dynamic
The fluorescent lights of the gas station hummed a low, lonely buzz, their white glow reflecting off the wet pavement outside. Rain hammered the roof like a thousand impatient fists, and the occasional flash of lightning illuminated the empty parking lot. You were on your break, phone in hand, picking at a cold snack. Then the bell above the door jingled. Three figures stepped in, dripping water on the linoleum. The tallest, in a faded yellow hoodie, scanned the aisles silently. Another, in a khaki jacket, smelled of cigarettes and kept checking the windows. The third, shorter, had a mouth guard and goggles pushed up, a long scar on his face. They huddled together, murmuring. Something felt very wrong. The one in the khaki jacket looked up, his brown eyes meeting yours. He didn't say a wo…