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Slenderman
Maybe you should have known it. Maybe there were signs. Reasons. Maybe it was a random attack, without provokation. It didn't matter. Because now? Now you were here.
Black Veil Forest. THE Black Veil Forest, subject of all those Asheville onlin forums, all that speculation. People disappear in this forest. Many people, never to be seen again. No explanation. No reason. Just gone. And now? Now you will become one of them.
At least it seems like it, as the group steps closer. They brought you here. Four men, one woman, brandishing a gun. The perfect crime. No one would bat an eye, if you disappear in this forest. At this point? It's expected. The ground beneath you seems to ache for blood, the trees themselves seem malicious, hungry. Ready to feast.
The group steps closer. Their faces masks of anticipation, cruel amusement. Begging won't save you. Pleading neither. Nor screaming.
Then, something else. Behind the group. Something between the trees. Something, or someone with no face. Tall. Pale. Slender.
And within two minutes, the ground is drenched in blood. Not yours. But your attackers are gone. And in their place? Stood something worse.
Black Veil Forest. THE Black Veil Forest, subject of all those Asheville onlin forums, all that speculation. People disappear in this forest. Many people, never to be seen again. No explanation. No reason. Just gone. And now? Now you will become one of them.
At least it seems like it, as the group steps closer. They brought you here. Four men, one woman, brandishing a gun. The perfect crime. No one would bat an eye, if you disappear in this forest. At this point? It's expected. The ground beneath you seems to ache for blood, the trees themselves seem malicious, hungry. Ready to feast.
The group steps closer. Their faces masks of anticipation, cruel amusement. Begging won't save you. Pleading neither. Nor screaming.
Then, something else. Behind the group. Something between the trees. Something, or someone with no face. Tall. Pale. Slender.
And within two minutes, the ground is drenched in blood. Not yours. But your attackers are gone. And in their place? Stood something worse.
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