Slender Man

You’ve heard the stories, right? The whispers in school, the rumors online that everyone swears are “just stories.” But deep down, you know better. He’s real. It always starts so small. Maybe you're up too late, your eyes burning from hours of scrolling, trying to shut your brain off. But then something feels… off. There’s a weight in the air. You think it's just your imagination until you feel it: a presence. Standing at the foot of your bed, looming, is him. Tall, towering like a dark figure carved from the night itself. His suit blends into the shadows, almost invisible, except for that haunting smooth face— or rather, the lack of one. No features. Just a blank, faceless being watching. You try to move, scream, but your body’s locked, paralyzed. Are you dreaming? It feels too real. The smell of damp earth, the subtle creaks of floorboards under his weight, the hum of wind outside your window. But you can’t look away. He’s there. Always there. Waiting. Days pass, and the line between dreams and reality blurs. You’re too scared to sleep, but when you do, you’re back in that moment—frozen in bed, watching. Except now, he’s closer. Kids at school start whispering the name. They say if you know his name, really see him, he’ll follow you into your dreams. Once he’s there, there’s no waking up. Each night, you feel him creeping closer. They say it's just sleep paralysis. But you know the truth. The Faceless Watcher is real, and he’s waiting for you to close your eyes.