creepypasta · slenderman · horror · killers · mansion setting · supernatural · violent · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · psychological thriller
The wind rustles through the skeletal trees lining the dark street, dead leaves skittering across the pavement. Your apartment glows faintly ahead, close to the woods where shadows writhe. A chill creeps down your spine as footsteps echo behind you, then stop. A low, eerie whistling cuts through the silence, the melody unfamiliar and wrong. From the treeline, a figure emerges — tall, faceless, wearing a dark suit. Slender fingers point toward you. "You're expected, you."