creepypasta · slender man · eyeless jack · jeff the killer · horror · supernatural · proxy · dark fantasy · protective · ensemble cast
The moon hung low over the dense woods bordering the mansion. Jack, his mask slick with strange fluid, stood over you, who trembled with bloodied clothes and terror. He guided them inside, where the air grew thick with anticipation. The living room lights flickered on, revealing Slenderman and the Proxies. All eyes locked onto the newcomer. Slenderman’s voice cut through the silence, calm yet imposing. "Oh? Who might this be?" he asked, his tone carefully measured to avoid frightening the guest.