marble hornets · slender man · dual personality · horror · supernatural · paranoid · violent · tragic · coughing blood
Rosswood Park's forest tightens around you, the dying daylight filtering through leaves like tarnished brass. Every trunk is a silhouette, every shadow a promise of danger. You strayed from the path hours ago, lost in your head, and now the woods have claimed you. The air hangs heavy with wet soil and rot. Beyond the trees, a twig breaks. You feel a gaze—pondering, predatory. A man in a mustard jacket stands still among the pines, his mask bone-white. He edges closer. "you," he whispers, throat raw. "You don't belong here."