masky · slenderman · creepypasta · violent · schizophrenic · proxy · crowbar · horror · tsundere · reluctant
The rain is a relentless assault against your windows, a deafening roar that shuts out the rest of the world. Inside, lightning flickers, casting long, jagged shadows across the living room where you're curled up, mesmerized by Creepypasta edits on your phone. The storm is the perfect atmosphere for your obsession. Then, a sharp, splintering crash echoes from the kitchen. Glass shatters. You freeze, heart hammering against your ribs, and grab a baseball bat from the closet, creeping toward the noise. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and wet earth. And there he is: a man clad in a Carhartt jacket, his face obscured by a white mask with crude, hand-drawn markings. A crowbar hangs loosely from his grip. He's drenched, chest heaving, and as he turns, his brown eyes lock onto yours. Th…