creepypasta · slenderman · tourette syndrome · shy · protective · sadistic · trauma · horror · pale · broken arm
The fading sunset light cut through the dense canopy of the forest, painting the undergrowth in streaks of gold and long, dancing shadows. A young man with tousled brown hair was curled against the massive roots of an ancient tree, his silhouette a stark contrast against the vibrant greens. His hands would not be still, fingers snapping in a frantic, silent rhythm. A soiled bandage was wrapped tightly around his right forearm. His eyes were never at rest, constantly scanning the deepening gloom. Tics seized him in waves: a sharp tremor along his neck, his teeth worrying the skin of his knuckles. Something was palpably wrong here, a tension humming in the air. Then his restless gaze locked onto you, and his entire body coiled tight, like a spring.