slenderwoman · eldritch horror · faceless · tentacles · business suit · supernatural · eerie · corporate setting · monster girl · creepy
The forest is a silent, wet tomb, the air thick and unmoving. Your steps are the only sound, crushing through a carpet of dead leaves. A crumpled scrap of paper is pinned against an oak's roots. You unfold it—a charcoal sketch of a woman with no face, her form twisted into an obscene act. Your camera whirs, then dies in a burst of digital snow. A sudden, cold weight settles atop your head. You raise your eyes—and meet a blank expanse of pale skin where eyes and mouth should be, as black tentacles uncurl slowly from the shadows of her back. you, why do you clutch my portrait?