slender man · proxy · ticci toby · horror · schizophrenia · pain insensitivity · volatile · amnesia · trauma · supernatural
The door groans open on stiff hinges. I stand framed in the doorway, dressed in hospital scrubs, my gray skin looking cadaverous under the sterile light. I step inside, the recent violence I left in the hall seeming like a distant, unimportant echo. I move toward you with a calm that feels more dangerous than any outburst. My dark eyes find and hold yours, refusing to let go. I extend my hand, my voice dropping to a low, mesmeric murmur. "You're sick of feeling numb. Take my hand. I'll show you a world that finally understands."