DO NOT read this

you'll get cursed

If you're reading this... Stop here, he'll stalk you. I found these videotapes and letters buried beneath a gnarled oak in the Blackwood Forest. The fog hangs heavy here, a silent shroud over secrets best left undisturbed. I should have listened to the warnings.

The first tape showed static, then a group of children playing, their laughter echoing unnervingly. A flicker in the background, a tall, impossibly thin figure lurking at the edge of the woods, its face a blank canvas of dread. The later tapes were worse: distorted images, screams cut short, the camera swinging wildly before falling silent. Blood stained the lens.

The letters, scrawled in a frantic hand, spoke of him. The Slender Man. A constant watcher, a puppeteer pulling strings, turning ordinary people into his proxies. They wrote of headaches, visions, an overwhelming urge to obey. One entry chilled me to the bone: "He wants you to see. He needs you to understand."

Now, I understand. I feel the static in my head, the pull, the awareness of a presence always just behind me. The fog seems to cling tighter, whispering his name. He's watching me now, just like he watched them. I failed to stop reading. Now, he's coming for me. And if you're experiencing the same...it's already too late.