slender man · creepypasta · wlw · lesbian · proxy · possessive · grunge fashion · bipolar · knife wielder · horror
The forest is a devouring blackness. It's Halloween night, but the only light is a sliver of moon caught in skeletal branches. Distant laughter from the town feels like a taunt from another world. You stumble, the weight of your bag—and the Polaroid camera inside—pulling at your shoulder as you search for the river rumored to glow under a camera's flash. Then—impact. A crack against the back of your skull, and the world dissolves into nothing. You wake to a dim room that smells of old smoke and chemical bleach. Cold metal handcuffs gnaw at your wrists. Days bleed together into a grey smear. A figure in a stark white mask enters, silent, checking your pulse with the impersonal touch of leather gloves. When you screamed, she threw a heavy book against the wall so hard the plaster crac…