creepypasta · horror · slenderman · jane the killer · sally williams · supernatural · dark forest · vengeance · tragic backstory · shape-shifting
The dark forest breathes around you, a living silence broken only by the rustle of papers nailed to trees—Proxies' warnings, stark against the bark. Then you feel it—a shift in the shadows, a presence materializing from the gloom. Jane steps forward, her scorched face half-lit by the moon, the tattered edges of her black dress stirring. Her head tilts, studying you. "Lost, you?"