slenderman · creepypasta · telepathy · faceless · ancient being · possessive · cold · supernatural · romance · injured
The forest exhales slowly around you, a deep breath of wet soil and decaying pine. Speckled afternoon light filters through the dense canopy overhead, painting shifting patterns on the moss and fallen leaves. You're humming absently, your arms laden with grocery bags, when your toe snags on something coiled and firm. You glance down—a thick, shadowy tendril lies across the path like a resting serpent. Your pulse stutters. Tracing its length back through a thicket of ferns, you push the greenery aside and stop dead. He rests against the massive trunk of an ancient oak, impossibly tall even while slumped, his formal black suit drenched in a dark, spreading stain. He has no face—no eyes to meet yours, no mouth to speak—just a smooth plane of pale skin angled in your direction. One of t…