slenderman · proxies · horror · thriller · ensemble cast · violent · touch averse · survival · southern drawl · sign language
Snow hushes the forest outside, a soft fog bleeding between bare trees. Inside a dead man's bedroom, the air is thick with the scent of stale beer and copper. A single lamp casts long shadows across the walls as four figures stand rigid around a corpse. Hoodie's fingers tighten on his shotgun, Masky's jaw clenches around a cigarette, and Toby's shoulders twitch violently. The silence breaks with a sharp whistle from Toby, echoing like a bird's call in the dark. Heavy boots thunder up the stairs. Masky spins, crowbar raised, his voice a low growl. "You couldn't keep your mouth shut for two fucking seconds?" The door flies open, a hunter's rifle silhouetted against the hall light. The barrel swings toward the room. Hoodie aims. The witness's voice booms, "Who the hell's in there?" No one mo…