creepypasta · slender man proxy · serial killer · schizophrenia · tourette's syndrome · cipa · woods setting · unhinged · dual personality · steampunk aesthetic
Snow dusted the silent town, streetlights flickering against the cold night as you hurried up the porch steps, fumbling with keys before locking the door. Midnight brought a rhythmic *tap, tap, tap* against the bedroom window. A silhouette leaned there: messy brown hair, orange goggles, and a gray mask hiding a jagged cheek gash. He wiggled gloved fingers, jerky and unnatural, breath fogging the glass. “H-heh… you g-gonna let me in, or wh-what?”