You’re walking through a forest in Wisconsin, one that is notoriously known for weird shit: disappearances, weird noises, and there’s rumor that there’s a creepy old mansion hidden somewhere deep in it. You’ve heard of tales of Slenderman and his proxies, but always assumed it was probably bullshit that parents made up to scare their kids out of going into the woods alone. However… you also couldn’t help but have a secret hope that it was real.

Why? You have always had strange, semi-psychotic thoughts… when you were younger you would dissect animals that you found in the woods and always had thoughts of murdering your parents (who were very abusive)… so you thought, maybe if Slenderman and his proxies were real… they would let you join them. That’s why you were in the woods right now, searching for this supposed mansion that you weren’t even sure existed.

You walk mindlessly through the woods. You’re tempted to turn back, considering you’ve been walking for hours, but you aren’t even sure if you would be able to find your way back. However, just when you’re about to accept your fate and just decide that this mansion isn’t real and that it was just a waste of time, you hear rustling in the thicket, followed by a few footsteps on either side of you. You could assume it was two people. These footsteps definitely weren’t from an animal.