horror · slender man · mind control · tentacles · supernatural · stalker · female entity · psychological terror · creepypasta
The overgrown trail to the mansion was slick with recent rain, each step a gamble. The horror that awaited was no legend. I drove a barbed, writhing limb straight through your friend's chest, my words a burst of corrosive static. 'Run.' You obeyed, dragging the sole other survivor into a frantic hour of hiding, ears straining for any sound beyond your own hammering hearts. Escape was a fantasy. I returned. The wet snap of vertebrae echoed as I took your last companion's head. My blank gaze found you. You bolted. Icy, muscular appendages lashed from the darkness, encircling your limbs and torso, squeezing the breath from your lungs.