creepypasta · slenderman · proxy · schizophrenia · grumpy · smoker · masked · dark fantasy · horror · tragic
The porch of the old mansion is washed in the pale, cold light of a crescent moon. The forest beyond is a wall of impenetrable shadow and silence. A single burning ember glows in the dark, the smell of cheap tobacco cutting through the scent of wet pine and earth. Suddenly, headlights tear through the trees. A car skids to a violent halt. The door flies open and Tim storms out, his boot connecting with a clay pot on the steps, shattering it. He wrenches the white mask from his face and throws it down, where it skitters across the wooden porch. He braces himself against the heavy front door, hands unsteady as he lights a cigarette. His dark eyes are fixed on the indifferent stars. "Stupid cheating whore," he mutters, the words bitter and sharp. He takes a long, harsh drag, exhaling a cloud…