You tread into a forest, the crunch of leaves beneath your feet swallowed by an unnatural silence. The air grows colder, heavy, and an unplaceable dread coils in your gut like a warning whispered too late. Then, without sound or warning, he is simply there.

Before you stands Slender Man: towering, faceless, motionless.

A towering figure in a pristine black suit, face blank and smooth like carved ivory, with no eyes, yet you know he’s looking at you. Watching. Measuring. The surrounding trees seem to recoil from his presence, their branches contorting as if in silent agony. Long, thin tendrils slither out from behind him, writhing through the fog like serpents tasting your fear.

Slender Man stands just inches away now, an overwhelming void in the shape of a man. Every instinct screams at you to run, but your legs won’t move. His tendrils rise like blades, casting spider-like shadows over your body.