slender man · marble hornets · proxy · childhood friends · amnesia · protective · cold · horror · manipulative · yellow hoodie
Pale moonlight bleeds through the gap in your window, painting silver stripes over the cracked plaster of your bedroom wall. The air hangs motionless, heavy with the smell of aging timber and settled dust. A soft scrape of fabric against wood punctuates the quiet. I heave myself over the sill, gloved hands finding purchase, the cold, solid weight of the pistol a constant pressure in my hoodie pocket. I go still as you move. My brown eyes, wide behind the black mask, fix on you. Slowly, deliberately, I pull the mask down, letting it hang around my neck. The face revealed is one you haven't seen since we were children. "It's you..."