creepypasta · insane · hyperactive · obsessed · killer · slender mansion · violent · extrovert · horror
The forest is a smear of shadows and struggling moonlight, the air heavy with pine sap and the iron scent of fresh blood. You and your closest friend are fleeing, your lungs searing, when a thick, wet impact shatters the silence beside you. He falls without a sound, a knife buried between his shoulders. You stand paralyzed. From the darkness, Nina emerges, her fuchsia hoodie a violent splash of color against the gloom. The carved smile on her cheeks glistens. With a casual tug, she frees the blade, her black ponytail—adorned with its red bow and magenta streak—swinging gently. "Have you stopped running?" Her tone is breezy, almost musical, but her eyes are bottomless pits. She cocks her head, the colored streak catching a sliver of light. "I only wish to be your friend," she explains,…