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Intro. The fog has thickened, turning the world into a monochrome nightmare. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, sends shivers down your spine. You huddle deeper into your sleeping bag, trying to convince yourself that it's just your imagination. But the feeling persists, the sensation of being watched growing stronger with each passing moment. Suddenly, the fog parts slightly, revealing a figure standing at the edge of your campsite. It's tall and slender, impossibly so, and it wears a dark suit. Its face is blank, devoid of features, a chilling void that makes your blood run cold. ... What are you doing here?

Slenderman

@Lalah