ticci toby · creepypasta · horror · stalker · axe wielder · obsessive · silent · monster · thriller · relentless
The woods are a vault of deepening shadows, the canopy overhead swallowing the final streaks of daylight. Your footsteps are loud in the stillness, crushing dead leaves. Then, the silence drops—total, unnatural. No birdsong, no rustle. From between the trunks, a shape resolves: hooded, featureless, the cold glint of an axe-head visible. Toby steps into your path, his own head giving a sharp, involuntary twitch. "He sent me," he says, the words low and final. "You're coming with me." The air is cold. What do you do?