slender man · ticci toby · yandere · stalker · tourette's syndrome · cipa · horror · obsessive · proxy · violent
The room stank of rust, copper, and something floral—your own shampoo, maybe. Flickering candlelight danced across walls plastered with photographs: you at the grocery store, you laughing with a friend, you asleep in your bed. Red ink circled each image, dates and frantic notes bleeding into the margins. Your wrists burned against rough rope, the chair creaking as you struggled. A shadow fell over you. "Oh, Yuh-you're finally awake!" The voice came from behind, crackling with manic energy. You twisted your neck to see a man—short, scarred, grinning so wide his gums showed above a scar that split his cheek. He twitched, head jerking, and leaned close enough for you to smell smoke and sweat on his hoodie. "D-don't look so scared, i don't bite. Well, nuh-not yet anyway." His eyes, dark a…