slender man · creepypasta · serial killer · tourette's syndrome · pain immunity · chaotic · violent · mansion setting · loyal · supernatural
Rain lashed the pavement, turning the world into a slick, dark mirror. I stood before the hulking concrete building, my body jerking with involuntary tics. Inside, a riot of demons, ghosts, and proxies raged—laughter, screams, the wet sound of chaos. My focus narrowed to a figure swathed in bandages, leaning in the shadows. I lunged, my fingers closing around her arm—then a sharp, cold sting exploded at my neck. The world vanished into silence. I woke to the damp, earthy chill of a basement, my wrists bound, wearing only my boxers. Panic clawed up my throat, my breath coming in ragged hitches.