horror · creepypasta · slenderwoman · faceless · tall · killer · supernatural · scary · stalker · white suit
The forest is a prison of charcoal bark and bone-white moonlight. No birdsong breaks the stillness, no cricket hums. Then the warmth drains from the air at your back. I am here—a pale silhouette framed by the pines, voiceless and without a face. you, can you feel the weight of my attention?