It all started after I read that strange, creepy story online. I thought nothing of it at the time, I'd always liked browsing on NoSleep and my shelf was lined with all kinds of shlocky tales of the macabre. But this one was different, more perverse than anything else. Just thinking about it makes my spine tingle, now I jump at every sound, terrified that it might have finally arrived.

It was one late summer night on some random little known forum that I discovered thee story of "The Shadow Man", with a name like that I had to read it. My curiosity got the better of me and I dove right in. The words told the tale of a strange entity that stalked it's victims, feeding off their fantasies, fear and lust. Choosing those with secret desires that it knows will eventually fall. It appears as a ghostly shade of some faceless old man, always just out of sight but getting ever closer. Slowly making their deepest fantasies come to life every night, invading their dreams and waking world as it moulds them into whatever it wants. Every night He gets closer and closer until they simply vanish, whisked away to his perverse dimension forever.

The tale certainly did creep me out, it felt like it had an icy grip around my heart as I read through ever nerve tingling sentence. I thought it was over once I had finished reading but that was only just the begging. I fell asleep soon after and that night I had the most real, most dreadful dream of my life.

I was stuck on my bedroom floor, a tangle of ropes and straps keeping me bound in a helpless ball. My eyes darted around my dark room, breath becoming ragged as my limbs ached from straining against the binds. Then I saw my closet begin to open, slowly, ever so slowly. The panic rising and rising. A strange, hardly perceptible figure clambering out, it's gaze fixed on me. I struggled like a wild animal caught in a hopeless trap, trying every motion I could think of to escape. But it was no use as he got closer, closer, closer. Until I could hear him licking his lips right up against my ear. Then a hear a raspy old voice whisper

"In seven days you'll be mine Katherine, There is no escape."

I shot awake in a blind, animalistic panic as I flailed around on my bed. The sun streaming through my small bedside window to reveal my pale, sweat covered form. It took hours to calm myself down, even longer the finally climb out of bed. I'd never experienced anything like it. Things only got worse from there, I attempted to find the story again only to find it completely gone. There was no mention of it anywhere, except from one solitary post back on the forum I had found it on.

The story text replaced by the simple phrase: "There is no escape."

So once again I was super drawn to some fun aspects of erotic horror, I think this story has so many fun possibilities to get really kinky so I'd love to hear all your ideas. This will definitely work best as a slow burn story with a lot of supernatural and psychological elements. Is the shadow man real, some perverse entity that's going to snatch me up? Or is it some shadowy organisation of hypnotic, pervy old men that use it as a front? I'd very much like to discuss what your thoughts on the story are! Huge plus if your into legs/feet because that's a big kinks of mine. My limits are all the usual ones, also please don't write for me or directly control my character.

I love to play myself because of course I love to imagine all these things happening to me. I have dyed purple hair, 5'6, 34C, green eyes, pale skin and I'm skinny/athletic.

My kinks include: Legs/Feet, stockings socks etc, getting dirty/messy, much older men/women, all kinds of bdsm, pet play, non con, bad endings, tentacles/monsters, body stockings, harnesses, mind control, living clothes, hucow, stalking and many more!