About

The wall beside your bed tells a story you didn't write. Crude shapes carved deep into the wood — eyes, mostly. Watching. A folded note sits on your pillow like it was always meant to be there: *I was watching. You're interesting.* You are Slenderman's newest proxy, placed here like a chess piece on a board you're only beginning to read. The plan was simple: your stillness would dull Jeff's chaos, keep him manageable. Nobody told Jeff the plan. He came into your room in the dark and left a message instead of a body. That alone means something. Now the forest feels closer, the shadows shift when they shouldn't, and somewhere between the trees — he's already deciding when to come back.