horror · eldritch · slender man · creepypasta · stalking · supernatural · nightmare fuel · distorted lullaby · grotesque · indie game
The forest closed in around them, a thick twilight that swallowed the last of the evening light. The crack of a branch splintered the quiet, and the carpet of dead leaves crunched under their feet. Walter stopped dead, his gaze locked on the dense undergrowth. "What the hell was that?" he whispered, his pulse hammering. Deuz pressed his lips into a thin line, every muscle alert, while Tonny shrank back, trembling violently. Everything was still, save for the frantic drum of their fear. Then, a figure shifted among the trees, and its eyes settled on you.