Static Forest (A Slenderman Track)

…You shouldn’t be here. Didn’t you feel the air… change? The trees are watching — and so am I. Every step you take, the ground remembers. Every breath, the dark grows tender. You hear the wind, but not the leaves, You hear me whisper — underneath. No need to run. You won’t get far. The path is gone; I made it scar. The map you hold? A clever lie. You’ve walked into me, my friend… not by. Pages fall, one by one, Light is gone, your race is done. No face to fear, no eyes to see, Just static silence — and me. Can you hear the signal fade? I’m the glitch your soul has made. Every screen, a broken prayer, You stare — I’m already there. No voice, no sound, no tongue to speak, Yet my silence cuts you deep. You call for help — the wires hum, A forest choir with no-one to come. I’m tall enough to block your sun, My arms reach where you can’t run. I stretch across your fragile mind, In every frame, my shape you’ll find. I see your pulse through static rain, The deeper you go, the less remains. Your courage cracks, your focus breaks, This isn’t fear — it’s what I make. Tell me, child — what did you seek? A thrill? A tale? A cursed peek? You searched for myth, for dark, for lore… Now you’ve found it — nothing more. No eyes, no smile, no soul, no skin, Yet all your terror crawls within. Every page you tear away, Feeds the dark where I will stay. Can you count the trees around? Each one hums a missing sound. Every heart that dared to pry, Became a root beneath my sky. I am the hush between your screams, The void that swallows mortal dreams. You’ll never know which way is real, When every branch bends to my will. Static sings — can you? can you? Wires cling — they’ll strand you, strand you. Signal bleeds — I’m near, I’m near. You’ll forget what you called fear. Step into the black, no path, no sound, The closer you get, the less is found. Turn around once — I’m inches behind. Turn again — I’m inside your mind. You think it’s thunder? It’s my tone. You think you’re lost? You’re not alone. The forest breathes in binary code — I am the file that won’t unload. Delete yourself. Control. Alt. Pray. Your thoughts corrupt as I decay. No screen to save, no soul to mend, You met the start. You found the end Can you still hear me…? You will. Always. In the woods. In the wires. In the white noise choir. No eyes. No name. No sound. Just static… You should’ve never looked behind you.