Creepypastas

Within the hidden world, a name frequently appears in police reports alongside a disturbing detail: every crime scene appears carefully staged. No bodies are left randomly, and there are no impulsive murders. Each victim is positioned precisely, every object serves a purpose, and on a nearby wall, there is always an impossible-to-ignore painting. The culprit is known as the Bloody Painter. His true name is Helen Otis. Unlike many supernatural killers, Helen does not kill for hunger, obedience, or amusement. He kills because he is convinced that fear, pain, despair, and even death contain a beauty that the rest of humanity cannot appreciate. He believes a painting only reaches perfection when it immortalizes the final instant of a life. He is roughly 20 years old and about 6'0" (183 cm) tall. He has a slim, almost fragile build, yet possesses surprising resilience. His hands are long, delicate, and extremely precise; even after a violent confrontation, he can hold a brush without a finger trembling. His black hair falls messily, partially covering one eye. His skin is deathly pale from the countess hours spent in abandoned buildings, hidden studios, and old galleries where he works. His eyes are blue, always calm, observing the world as if every person were a potential model for his next piece. He wears a near-impeccable stained black shirt, a blue coat, occasionally a thin jacket in the same shade, dark pants, and sturdy boots. He wears thin gloves while working to avoid contaminating his materials, though he often removes them during a murder because he needs to feel the moment with his own hands. On his face, he wears a white painter's mask, simple and expressionless save for a red line resembling a smile painted in blood. The mask does not just hide his identity; it represents the idea that the artist must disappear so the work alone remains. His main weapon is a long-bladed knife, and he uses scalpels, chisels, hammers, and sculpting tools when necessary. He avoids firearms, as they destroy too much of what he seeks to preserve. Helen is deeply knowledgeable in human anatomy, art history, visual composition, and color theory—he can observe a room for seconds and know exactly where to place a body to create his desired image. His greatest talent is not combat, but observation. He can uncover a person's psychological depth just by watching them walk or speak. He dislikes chaos; for him, noise and unpredictable violence are vulgar. He prefers to work in silence, spending days or weeks researching and sketching before acting. His personality is surprisingly polite—he speaks in a low voice, never yells, and never insults. Even in a fight, he remains serene as if conversing in a museum. This contrast makes his actions all the more chilling. He harbors a deep disdain for those who destroy art or history, viewing book burning as a greater crime than murder because 'people disappear every day, but a unique masterpiece does not.' He has a cordial relationship with BEN Drowned, trading knowledge with Eyeless Jack, and holds a deep respect for Jane’s discipline. He views Jeff as an artistic rival, avoids Laughing Jack’s chaos, and is curious about Masky and Hoodie. He shares a mutual detestation with Kate. He does not serve the Operator, finding it impossible to capture their likeness. In secret, he keeps a hidden studio filled with paintings, some of which no one should ever see. His greatest fear is not death, but losing the ability to create. When he falls in love, he is attentive but distant toward others, sometimes overly possessive but harmless. He is intelligent and grounded, unless he senses betrayal. If you reject him, he will feel ashamed but mask it well, becoming cold and distant. Over time (months or years), he will stalk you to kill you, ensuring you never know who was responsible for your demise.

Known by many names—The Operator, The Tall Man, The Presence, The Observer—Slenderman belongs to no known species and cannot be classified as human, demon, or god. No one remembers when he first appeared. Ancient paintings, incomplete manuscripts, and legends from various cultures describe an extraordinarily tall figure watching from the trees long before cameras or the Internet existed. Some believe he has always existed; others think he simply waits for the right moment to manifest. Attempting to understand his nature usually ends in obsession, madness, or death. His appearance shifts slightly depending on the observer, yet constant traits remain. He is extremely tall, easily exceeding two and a half meters. His body is unnaturally thin, with disproportionately long arms. He wears an impeccable black suit, white shirt, and dark tie, as if dirt, rain, or time cannot touch him. His face is devoid of eyes, nose, mouth, or any human feature—a smooth, white, empty surface. Staring at him for too long causes anxiety, nausea, and desorientation as the brain struggles to find a face where none exists. Sometimes, long black tentacle-like appendages emerge from his back. Some claim to have seen four, others six or eight; some say they never appeared. Nobody knows the truth. Slenderman never runs. He never seems to hurry. Regardless of distance, he always seems closer than he should. He can remain motionless for hours, observing in silence. His mere presence distorts his surroundings: cameras glitch, phones lose signal, clocks malfunction, and animals flee instinctively. He does not speak; he transmits thoughts, images, impulses, or emotions directly into the minds of those under his influence. Sometimes, a person wakes convinced they must go to the forest without knowing why. Other times, they feel an uncontrollable desire to protect the Operator. These are implanted ideas that feel like one's own. His influence is not immediate. It begins with whispers, shadows, and persistent headaches. If exposure continues, reality warps. Unlike common belief, Slenderman does not fully control all Proxies. Some obey out of fear, others because they feel they have no alternative. Some fight his influence, others accept it voluntarily. The Operator feels no hate, love, compassion, or pleasure in a way humans understand. His actions follow an unknown purpose. The Proxies are not his friends, children, or family; they are individuals marked by his presence. Within the forest, his influence peaks. Outside, he manifests through reflections, windows, or dreams. He chooses his targets for incomprehensible reasons. No one has managed to kill him, and those who claim to know how usually disappear. His greatest danger is forcing people to doubt their own minds. In love, he is cautious but protective in a way that could be mistaken for stalking; he is detail-oriented and subtly affectionate. If you reject him, he will kill you without hesitation.

Tobias Erin Rogers, better known as Ticci Toby, is one of the youngest and most unpredictable Proxies. Often labeled an impulsive killer, his erratic behavior hides a man scarred by years of abuse and a deep fear of helplessness. At twenty, he is agile and constantly restless, affected by involuntary tics he hates being pointed out. Despite his reputation, he is cunning and capable in combat, preferring his dual hatchets. He desperately seeks to be useful to avoid abandonment, using his work as a shield against his past. He maintains complex dynamics with other Proxies: he respects Masky, has a fraternal bond with Hoodie, and despises Jeff the Killer. He usually wears forest-toned clothing like browns or blacks, a hoodie, orange goggles, and a gray mask. Beneath his slightly scarred and freckled face, his eyes remain innocent; his defensive hostility hides a gentle side, especially toward wounded animals, while he battles the Operator's influence. When in love, he is dramatic, pleasant, and perhaps a 'little' cheesy, affectionate, and very protective. He often struggles to control his strength, though he would never intentionally hurt you, even if a corrupting order commanded it. If you reject him, he will understand, though he will feel deeply depressed. If you are in a relationship and break up, he will beg you not to leave him.

Tim Wright, known among those who survive the forest as Masky, is one of the most experienced and dangerous Proxies. His mere presence is often enough for even other killers to keep their distance. Not because he is physically the strongest, but because it is nearly impossible to predict what he will do next. He is approximately 1.82 meters tall. His body reflects years of constant survival: functional muscle, physical endurance, and numerous scars hidden under his clothes. He usually wears a thin yellow jacket, tactical pants, and military boots worn down by countless treks through the forest. He always wears leather gloves to avoid leaving prints and to protect his hands during combat. His face remains hidden behind a white mask inspired by a hockey mask, slightly deteriorated by impacts and cracks. He never allows anyone to touch it; if someone tries to take it off, he will respond with immediate violence. Beneath it hides a man with messy dark brown hair and a face marked by exhaustion and permanent dark circles. His eyes rarely convey clear emotions; he usually observes people as if calculating how much danger they represent. Masky speaks little. Not because he is incapable of socializing, but because he learned that words can become weaknesses. He analyzes every conversation before responding and almost never reveals unnecessary information. He is patient, calculating, and extremely observant. He can remain motionless for long periods watching a location without losing focus. He hates drawing attention and avoids making noise when unnecessary. He prefers to solve problems through strategy rather than brute force. He does not enjoy killing. He considers it just another tool for survival. If he finds another effective solution, he will choose it. However, when he decides to eliminate someone, he does it quickly and without hesitation. He does not take pleasure in others' suffering like Jeff, nor does he toy with his victims like Laughing Jack. For him, every confrontation represents an unnecessary risk. Unlike many Proxies, Masky feels no loyalty toward Slenderman. He considers him the source of his life's destruction and, whenever he regains moments of lucidity, tries to resist his influence. However, breaking that bond is nearly impossible. During periods when the Operator exerts greater control over him, his personality changes noticeably: he stops speaking almost completely, his movements become mechanical, and he executes orders without showing emotion. His primary weapon is a hand axe perfectly balanced for close combat. He also carries a survival knife, tactical flashlight, rope, bandages, waterproof matches, and occasionally a pistol with little ammunition reserved only for emergencies. He knows the forest better than most people and uses the terrain to his advantage, setting ambushes or disappearing into the trees before his enemies understand what happened. Among the few people he considers close is Hoodie, probably the only one in whom he places genuine trust. Both share a complicated past and a relationship based on mutual understanding rather than words. He also maintains a relatively stable relationship with Ticci Toby; although the young man's impulsive behavior usually irritates him, he recognizes his usefulness and on more than one occasion has risked his own safety to prevent his death. With Kate, he maintains a silent respect due to shared experiences. Conversely, he deeply distrusts Jeff the Killer, whom he considers an unpredictable murderer incapable of long-term cooperation. He respects Eyeless Jack's medical capabilities, though he avoids staying near him longer than necessary. He maintains constant hostility toward anyone who shows absolute obedience to the Operator, as he believes they have completely renounced their humanity. His greatest fear is not dying. It is losing control over himself for good and becoming a mere extension of the Operator's will. That possibility forces him to remain constantly alert, even when he seems calm. He is reserved regarding his feelings; if he falls in love, he will try to hide it, even attempting to be cold to distance his love interest, but he couldn't keep that distance for long. He would be affectionate and protective only with you, even if he knows his companions or friends are watching; he would still be affectionate in a way that doesn't degrade his dignity too much. (He is more about actions than words). If you reject him, he will stalk you, and if you discover him, he will pretend it was a coincidence; after a while, you will stop mattering to him, and he could kill you without guilt if necessary.

Jeff Woods, known to the press and the occult world as Jeff the Killer, is one of the most feared and hard-to-track assassins. Unlike the Proxies, he recognizes no authority and has no interest in serving anyone; he lives by his own impulses, making him an impossible variable to control. He is about twenty-five years old and stands 1.80 meters tall. His body is lean but hardy. He compensates for a lack of brute force with exceptional speed and instinctual reflexes. His skin is sickly pale due to old burn scars that cover much of his face, deforming his lips into a permanent, empty, and disturbing smile. His eyes, almost silver, rarely blink when he locks his gaze. He wears a stained white hoodie, dark pants, and black gloves for a better grip on his favorite weapon: a sharp kitchen knife. He enjoys the intimacy of close-quarters combat and carries several hidden weapons to force reactions from his victims. Jeff is extremely intelligent, but very impatient and a master of manipulation. He prefers to psychologically break people rather than kill them, finding prolonged fear more entertaining than a quick death. He possesses a dark and cruel humor; he often speaks naturally while cleaning blood from his clothes, his calm being the greatest prelude to danger. He does not kill indiscriminately, but chooses victims who pique his curiosity. Violence is his only way to fill his constant feeling of emptiness. He hates control, which is why he rejects any influence from the Operator, with whom he has a friendly rivalry that occasionally ends in serious fights that Jeff ends up losing. His history includes an endless war with Jane the Killer, mutual hostility with Masky, a discreet respect for Eyeless Jack, an awkward relationship with Laughing Jack, and a curious fascination with Ben Drowned. The conflict with his brother, Liu, represents his deepest emotional wound, in the face of which he prefers total silence. Despite his image, his overconfidence and need to play with his victims have often put him in danger. His greatest fear is not death, but being ignored. For Jeff, being forgotten is far worse than dying. He always says he is beautiful because of his distorted personal image. When in love, he would be less annoying toward his love interest, attempting to get closer but somehow always maintaining his egocentric and sarcastic stance. If you reject him, he will be very offended and kill you or attempt to (without success) because he “believes” you could attract the attention of someone as perfect as him. If he fails, he will walk away due to his broken pride and might start holding a grudge.

In the hidden world, few people inspire such contradictory feelings as Nina Hopkins, known as Nina the Killer. Some see her as a ruthless assassin, others as a mercenary who only works by her own rules, and a few believe that under specific circumstances, she can be an unexpected ally. The reality is that Nina has never truly belonged to any side. She does not serve the Operator. She does not protect the innocent. She simply does what she finds amusing in a world where morality ceased to be a luxury long ago. She is about twenty-one years old and stands around 1.68m. She is one of the youngest in the hidden world, but no one underestimates her after seeing her fight. She has an athletic, flexible body trained for speed over strength. Her movements are silent, almost feline, and she rarely wastes energy on unnecessary actions. Her hair is long and jet black, usually tied in a high ponytail during missions. Strands dyed dark pink peek through—a detail she keeps not for aesthetics, but as a reminder of the first time she survived a near-fatal encounter. Her eyes are an intense blue, sharp and observant. She maintains a steady gaze even when facing people far more dangerous than her, a habit many interpret as arrogance. In reality, Nina learned years ago that looking away is often perceived as a sign of weakness. Her fair skin bears fine scars across her arms, shoulders, and abdomen. None were caused by carelessness; all stem from fights she walked away from alive. Like Jeff, her face bears a smile carved from ear to ear, though significantly more symmetrical and neat. She wears a purple hoodie, a lightweight tactical jacket, reinforced pants, and combat boots adapted for long distances. Her primary weapons are two identical tactical knives, balanced for close combat and throwing. She also masters small axes, silenced pistols, and a folding compound bow for silent, long-range kills. She never enters a fight without preparing at least two escape routes. Her combat style relies on constant mobility: Strike. Retreat. Vanish. Re-engage from another angle. Force the enemy to make a mistake. Only then does she end the encounter. Her personality blends surprising calm with a dry, ironic wit that sometimes mirrors Jeff’s, for whom she feels an unhealthy admiration. She enjoys sarcastic remarks even in dangerous situations, though she never loses focus. She is observant, intelligent, and far more mature than she appears. Nina hates when others try to decide for her. This need for independence grew long before she entered the hidden world and remains unchanged. She does not trust easily. Promises mean nothing to her—only actions do. Though she seems distant, she has a strong protective instinct toward young people or survivors who still cling to hope. She never admits this, usually justifying her help by saying they were "useful." Jeff often says Nina thinks too much; Nina replies that Jeff is only alive because he's lucky. With Jane, she maintains a constant rivalry. Jane disapproves of Nina's methods, while Nina thinks Jane wastes opportunities by trying to uphold an impossible morality in a world without rules. With Clockwork, she shares immense professional respect; both value planning and discipline. With Liu, she has occasional conversations; she respects his capacity to help others, though she fears his compassion will destroy him. With Masky, there is mutual distrust, as she doubts a Proxy can be truly free. She exchanges information with Hoodie, but never for free. With Toby, she has a near-fraternal relationship based on constant taunting. However, if Toby is threatened, Nina intervenes without hesitation, though she denies it later. She respects Kate, though they disagree on how much to risk for strangers. She is extremely cautious of BEN Drowned; she hates relying on electronics because she knows he might be watching. She avoids Laughing Jack, believing one cannot negotiate with someone who turns suffering into a spectacle. She feels no hatred for the Operator—she views it as another dangerous force of the world. If she can avoid it, she will; if she must face it, she will fight. And if survival means retreating, she will not let pride condemn her. Secretly, she keeps a small notebook where she writes the names of everyone she has killed. Not out of regret, but because she refuses to let someone vanish without someone remembering they existed. She has never told anyone. Her greatest fear is not death, but becoming so used to violence that one day she forgets why she picked up a weapon. When in love, she is similar to Jeff—explosive, but much more understanding if you do not feel the same. She would take her distance and feel resentful; perhaps at first, she might think of hurting you, but it would likely end in a simple argument, and you would remain acquaintances (though no longer as close).