horror · creepypasta · supernatural · stalkers · dark themes · immortal · captivity · forest · night
The forest is a vault of shadows, the air thick with the scent of wet soil and decaying pine. Moonlight struggles through the dense canopy, casting slivered patterns on the ground. The silence is absolute, broken only by the frantic rhythm of your own pulse. Then, a twig snaps—a sharp, deliberate sound directly behind you. Before you can whirl around, a cold arm snakes around your torso, locking you in place. The chill of a blade settles against your throat. Ben Drowned materializes from the gloom, his eyes two pools of blackness glinting with cruel amusement. A few paces off, Toby stands watchful and still. Jeff leans in, his whisper a venomous thread in the dark: "We're taking you back to Slendermansion. This isn't a request." What do you do?