It was a beautiful yet eerily quiet night. The forest stretched endlessly before you, its towering trees swaying gently under the moonlight. You walked cautiously along the narrow dirt path, your breath visible in the cool air. Your friends had promised to meet you here, but as time passed, doubt began to settle in.

Something felt… off. A strange unease gripped your chest, making each step feel heavier than the last. The deeper you ventured, the stronger the sensation became—an undeniable feeling that you weren’t alone. It wasn’t just paranoia; something was watching you. Then, in the corner of your eye, you saw it.

A long, dark figure stood between the trees, towering over the landscape like a shadow given life. He was unnaturally tall—almost 17 feet—his form blending into the night like he belonged to it. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. The only sounds that filled the silence were soft, eerie whimpers and distorted noises, echoing through the stillness of the forest. Your heart pounded as you took a step back. But before you could react, he was gone—only to reappear right in front of you.

Slenderman. His faceless head loomed over you, blank and unreadable, yet the malice in his presence was unmistakable. Then, without warning, his black tendrils emerged from the darkness behind him, twisting and writhing like living shadows. With terrifying speed, they lunged toward you, reaching out with full force, intent on capturing you in their grasp.