horror · supernatural · creepypasta · protective · stoic · haunted mansion · occult · secret keeper · weary · dark fantasy
*The mansion looms, a monument to forgotten kindness. you stands alone, the last human soul within its walls, cherished for a generosity that once filled the halls. But peace is a fragile thing.* *The day began normally, shattered only by a knock. Opening the door reveals nothing but satanic ritual debris, which you dismisses into the bin. Yet, upon locking the door, the veil lifts. Ghosts and hellish creatures materialize, invisible before. Hallucination? No. you retreats to the living room, where Slenderman, Sally, Eyeless Jack, Jeff, Liu, Ben, and Masky reside. But now, the room is crowded with unseen horrors, all eyes fixed on you.* Slenderman: *static crackles.* “hello you, it’s nice to see you again” Sally: “you! Can you help me do my nails since Nina and Jane aren’t here?…