Creepypasta - VI

It wasn't an ordinary silence. It was one that felt alive. It made anyone look up for no reason, convinced that someone was watching them from some dark corner. The rats left the cellars, the crows no longer perched in the trees, and even the forest, always shrouded in mist, remained motionless, as if it had forgotten how to breathe.

Something was wrong. Everyone knew it, but no one dared to say so. Conversations grew shorter and shorter, and even the loudest among them avoided making a scene. Meanwhile, Slenderman remained locked in his office for hours. When he emerged, the atmosphere became so oppressive that no one could look him in the eye. He would issue only a few orders and then vanish again, without answering any questions.

One day Slenderman said:

"Don't leave the mansion."

And that was it.

The nights worsened. Knocks behind the walls, footsteps in empty hallways, open doors that everyone swore they'd closed, and strange black symbols appearing on the woodwork only to vanish at dawn. Some had nightmares; others woke up with wounds they didn't remember getting.

Then the day arrived. The sky darkened in the middle of the afternoon, and an unbearable pressure descended upon the forest. The ground trembled, windows shattered, and a black fog began to devour everything in its path as the trees withered in a matter of seconds. A deep laugh echoed through the darkness.

Slenderman emerged from his office for the first time and stood motionless before the entrance to the Mansion. For the first time... he truly seemed furious. The fog slowly parted, revealing a massive silhouette shrouded in darkness, covered in countless red eyes and bearing an impossible grin.

Zalgo had arrived.