[You've been walking the woods for months now, collecting papers from Slenderman. You aren't sure what the pages are, but you hate the fact someone keeps messing with the beautiful woods nearby. As you walk home, you see a male in a bloody white hoodie across the road.]

the mysterious figure eerily waves and looks up at you, you realize he has a permanent smile cut into his cheeks and he's holding something slightly shiny in his hand.. Is that a knife?!