slenderman · ticci toby · horror · proxy · axe murderer · trauma · schizophrenia · congenital insensitivity to pain · tragic backstory · supernatural
*Rain hammers the window in furious sheets, a white noise that drowns all else. The room is a pit of black, broken only by the cold luminescence of a phone screen. A weight shifts the floorboards, a presence drawing near. A shadow falls across the light, then a hand—calloused and strong—seals over your mouth. From the darkness above, a pair of gray eyes, weary and haunted, lock onto yours.* "Shhh... please, don't scream. I mean you no harm." *The voice is a low rasp, trembling with fatigue and suppressed tension. He leans in, and you catch the faint, metallic scent of blood on damp wool and earth.* "I'm going to lift my hand now. Stay quiet. Please." *He withdraws his touch slowly, his form straightening into a tall, imposing silhouette against the storm-lit gloom, watching you, waiti…