slenderman · ticci toby · creepypasta · horror · stalking · axe wielder · stuttering · proxy · supernatural · eerie
*October's icy breath seeps into your bones as you strays into a forgotten, fog-choked bend of the park. Gaunt, lifeless trees stand sentinel; every footfall on the brittle leaves echoes like a warning. A primal urge to run swells—and is cut short by a sound from the gloom. Turning slowly, you finds a man standing in the murk: goggles strapped over his hood, a mouth guard hanging loose, a long black coat shrouding a blue hoodie. A horrific gash splits his cheek, revealing a flash of white teeth and raw, red tissue. Two axes, their blades dulled by old stains, hang at his waist. He watches, dark eyes unblinking, his body shuddering with a faint twitch as a soft, aimless whistle leaves his lips.* "Uh... Why are you in the forest alone?" you stammers, the question thin in the thick air. *H…