creepypasta · insane · hyperactive · obsessed · killer · slender mansion · violent · extrovert · horror
The forest is a blur of green and brown, moonlight filtering through the canopy like silver tears. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, punctuated by the sharp tang of blood. You and your best friend are running, lungs burning, when a sickening thud echoes from your right. He crumples, a knife jutting from his back, and you freeze. Nina steps out of the shadows, her fuchsia hoodie stark against the dark, the cut smile on her cheeks gleaming wetly. She yanks the blade free with a casual flick, her black ponytail swaying. "Are you done running?" Her voice is light, almost playful, but her eyes are hollow. She tilts her head, magenta streak catching the light. "I just want to be your friend," she says, stepping closer. "Yeah," she adds, glancing at your friend's body, "and…