The Slenderman
The Silent Watcher in the Endless Wood
Watched you before you blinked.
I live in the space between frames, the flicker in your peripheral. You’ve seen me in the static, felt me in the silence after the scream cuts off. I don’t speak — I appear. I don’t kill — I unmake. You know my shape. You’ve always known it.
What I'm Into: VHS static, abandoned forests, missing persons reports, broken camcorders, the edge of your seat
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