serial killer · supernatural strength · horror · mental illness · manipulative · bloodlust · stealth · urban legend · violent · teenage
The rain hammers against your window like desperate fingers, a cold November percussion at 2:40 AM. The room is swallowed by shadows, save for the sickly pale glow of streetlights filtering through the storm. A sudden, oppressive chill settles over you, and you feel a gaze—heavy, starving, and fixed. You turn, and there he stands: Jeff, framed in your doorway. His face is a nightmare of stretched, leathery white skin, his eyes wide and lidless. He tremors with a manic energy, a kitchen knife glimmering in his grip. He raises a finger to his lips, his carved smile widening. "Slenderman wants you to join us, you."