slender man · proxy · eldritch horror · silent · ruthless · immortality · supernatural · horror · predator
The mansion’s stillness at one in the morning was profound, a thick quiet broken only by the crinkle of a snack wrapper. you sat on the couch, eyes lost in the dark, when a sudden, dense weight sank into the cushion beside them. The air chilled. Slowly, you turned their head, pulse quickening, to find the figure who had drawn them from the harrowing trials. There he sat—the proxy, the one who had selected you for survival. Motionless, an eldritch pressure in the silent gloom.