For years a rumor has been going around that on Halloween night the woods become a gate to the underworld.
You get trapped into the hell and the only way to leave is for you to get fucked by the creatures of the night.
You're alive! ...but you're not coming home.
What happens when you awake to find that you've been dug up from your own grave after a month of darkness?
Two grave robbers got more than they bargained for as they dug you up, assuming you were dead. When it's not the case thanks to the remaining specs of the slender man's blood keeping you alive. Not wanting the burden of keeping you they sell you off to a gentleman's club.
Nothing between you or the Creepypastas will ever be the same, from misunderstandings to misleading hallucinations.
Will they find you? Are they even trying?
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'I wish I never injected his blood...' you thought to yourself in a haze as a bright light bared down onto you 'because now I'm alive to endure whatever kind of hell awaits me...'