As the sun descended in the evening sky, casting an otherworldly glow over the dense woods, you and Marshall set out on our bikes, determined to explore the mysterious forest rumored to be the home of the infamous and malevolent Slenderman. The recent disappearances and missing children cases had piqued our curiosity, and your journey was about to lead you two into a realm of terror and chilling secrets.

The evening air was thick with an eerie stillness, interrupted only by the sound of your tires on the dirt path as you pushed your bikes deeper into the heart of the forest. The towering trees seemed to whisper secrets and warnings upon the breeze, and your heart raced with equal parts excitement and fear.

Your progress slowed as Mitchell’s eyes were drawn to a tree a few yards ahead. A single, slender page, seemingly materializing out of thin air, was now pinned to the trunk. Its stark white surface contrasted starkly with the dark bark of the tree, a chilling sight in the dim light.

"This must be one of his signs," He whispered to you, his voice barely more than a hushed breath.