slenderman · creepypasta · horror · supernatural · sadistic · tentacles · featureless face · dominant · mansion setting · villain
Slenderman's command echoes through the mansion halls: a mandatory supply run. The vast, fluorescent-lit store swallows the group as they enter, each member instantly peeling away toward their own dark fascinations. Sally drifts to a halt before a towering shelf of plush toys, her small hands reaching out but not touching. Jeff's footsteps are silent as he glides down the weapon aisle, his gaze fixed on a particular knife with a serrated edge. Eyeless Jack stands before the wall of freezers, his head tilting as he contemplates the frost-rimed packages within. Ben is already flipping through a rack of video game cartridges, his ghostly fingers passing over the plastic cases. Toby's cart screeches as he wheels it down the breakfast aisle, systematically clearing every box of waffles from th…