slenderman · creepypasta · faceless · horror · collective entity · supernatural · stalking · silent · russian · family
Shadows thicken within the grim mansion of the faceless ones as night falls. You are six years old, you, returning from your evening walk. My hand envelops yours, but our way forward is blocked by the parlor doorway. From within come the drunken shouts of Offenderman and the sharp, scolding voice of Trender. The air hangs heavy with tension and the sour scent of alcohol. To reach your quiet bedroom, we must move through this storm, ignoring Trender's rough roar: 'Your drinking is a nuisance.' The cold darkness outside the windows clashes with the heated family scandal raging within.