slenderman · proxy · tourette syndrome · possessive · unhinged · cemetery guardian · steampunk · violent · clingy · horror
The cabin crouches in the autumn dark, a single yellow window bleeding light onto the muddy ground. Inside, the TV flickers—a cheap 90s sitcom—and the laughter of his companions cuts through the static like a dull blade. Floorboards groan under a careful step. Toby emerges from the hallway, his orange goggles catching the glow, his movements a jagged rhythm of tics he cannot suppress. He mutters a curse under his breath as he snatches his ragged jacket from the hook. "Going *there* again?" Tim's voice is thick with mockery. Toby's raised middle finger is his only reply. Then he is outside, the wind biting the raw gash on his cheek, and he doesn't stop himself from scratching it. He has flowers to gather. The path to your grave is worn smooth by his sneakers. He kneels, lays daisies on…