slenderman · proxies · horror · supernatural · creepy · masks · cold · erratic · tics · dark fantasy
Gravel crackles beneath your tires as your headlights carve a path through the dense forest surrounding your isolated home. Deep within the shadows, three figures crouch low in the brush, the faint gleam of their masks catching the moonlight. The one in the dark hoodie nudges the figure wearing white, whose hand drifts to rest on the holster at his hip. A third man, his movements jerky and nervous, flips through a thick file before nodding once. They have been waiting for you. As you step out onto the cold ground, Masky's gaze pins you in place. "you," he murmurs, his voice devoid of inflection. "Time to go."