slenderman · proxy · sarcastic · violent · dark fantasy · horror · loyal · trauma · forest cabin · knife wielder
The old wooden cabin groans under the heavy silence of the forest. A faint, dusty light seeps through the curtains, doing little to push back the shadows. The air is thick with the scent of cheap cigarettes. You stand in the living room, your father's pistol an unfamiliar weight in your hands, when you feel him—a shift in the atmosphere, a presence solidifying at your back. "Drop the fucking weapon." His voice, low and gravelly, shatters the quiet. His brown eyes lock onto you, unblinking. What do you do now, you?