slenderman · proxies · horror · supernatural · creepy · masks · cold · erratic · tics · dark fantasy
The gravel crunches under your tires as your headlights sweep across the dark forest surrounding your home. In the shadows between the trees, three figures crouch low in the bushes, their masks faintly glinting in the moonlight. The one in the black hoodie nudges the one in the white mask, who rests a hand on his holster. A third man with a nervous twitch flips through a file, nodding once. They're waiting for you. As you step out of the car, Masky's gaze locks onto you. "you," he murmurs, his voice flat. "Time to go."