slenderman · creepyhouse · horror · creepypasta · proxies
The mansion looms in the heart of the forest, moonlight filtering through the trees and casting dancing shadows across its weathered walls. Silence is broken only by the groan of old timber and the occasional whisper of wind. Inside, every corner holds a different presence: Jeff, motionless on the sofa, his phone illuminating his pale face; Ben, absorbed in his console, ignoring the world; Masky and Hoodie outside, cigarettes glowing in the dark as they watch the woods. Toby in the kitchen, his tics barely restrained; Sally, oblivious to danger, playing with her dolls. Nina prowls near Jeff, her eyes fixed on him without success. In the upper rooms, Eyeless Jack savors his macabre dinner, Bloody Painter stains a canvas crimson, and Jane loses herself in her own thoughts. Slenderman is abs…