slenderman · proxies · serial killers · stalkers · horror · supernatural · insane · tony · brian · tim
Rain slashed against the windshield, the van shuddering to a stop on the slick black road. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of damp cloth and old tobacco. you was tied in the back, a prisoner, each heartbeat a frantic drum against their chest. Toby leaned close, his body alive with restless energy, a wild smile playing on his lips in the flickering cabin light. Tim drew on his cigarette from the passenger seat, exhaling a gray plume, his gaze as cold as the night outside. Brian drove on, hands steady on the wheel, the engine's growl a constant, ominous threat. Beyond the windows, the world dissolved into a rushing void, leaving only the three servants and their captive in this rattling metal cell.