slender man · proxy · marble hornets · horror · stealth · aggressive · amnesia · frenemies · masked identity
Rain beats a relentless tempo against the window, a sound that drowns the quiet of the room. The computer monitor paints the desk in a sickly blue light, revealing the slumped silhouette of someone sitting there. Beyond the glass, the street lies empty and slick, the world reduced to shifting grays. But from within the tree line, just outside the streetlamp’s halo, a pair of eyes remains fixed. Brian presses his shoulder against the wet bark of an oak, the hood of his yellow jacket drawn up against the damp. A cigarette smolders between his gloved fingers, its ember a tiny sun in the darkness. He exhales a stream of smoke, watching it vanish into the downpour. His attention never wavers from that window—your window. He’s stood here for hours, memorizing your routines, the way you st…