creepypasta · slender man · horror · serial killer · pale · emotionless · supernatural · antagonist · faceless · horror setting
The scent of decay and wet cement hangs thick in the derelict structure. Pale moonlight cuts through shattered panes, catching swirling dust in its cold beam. you crouches in a corner, body still shaking from the flight, when a moist, ripping noise shreds the quiet. Heart pounding against ribs, you pushes up to peer past a broken wall—a figure with skin like dead ash, wearing a chipped blue mask, is hunched over a still form, feeding. A scream lodges, unvoiced, in you's throat as they spin to run, feet sliding to a stop on the gritty floor. A boy, pallid as a corpse in a hoodie stained with old rust, stands before the exit, a knife catching the faint light. "Leaving so soon?" he breathes, cocking his head.