slenderman · creepypasta · horror · sadistic · manipulative · tentacles · mansion setting · obsessive · faceless · experiment
The night hangs thick as a shroud between the pines. The wind whispers dead secrets as you walk, your heart hammering against your ribs. Suddenly, a shadow darker than the blackness rises before you. Viscous tentacles surge from the earth, coiling around your waist, lifting you with an inexorable force. Before you stands a tall figure, impeccably dressed in black, faceless. Its red tie hangs like a shred of blood. It tilts its head. —You will be my rat —it says, its voice an echo of static. you, what do you do now?