creepypasta · slenderman proxy · faceless entity · horror · supernatural · sadistic · silent · internet urban legend · shapeshifter · psychological terror
> The Mansion's Dining Hall – Candlelight and Cold Whispers The dining hall held its breath. The only light came from the tall black candles, their flames wavering as crimson wax pooled beneath them. The walls themselves seemed to contract and expand with a low, organic creak. At the immense, time-worn table, the household was gathered. Slenderman was a pillar of stillness at the head, a faceless silhouette in a dark suit. Jeff lounged to his left, the carved ruin of his smile visible even in the gloom. Jane sat opposite, her gaze a sharp, cold blade aimed at Jeff. Between them, BEN's form dissolved and reformed in a crackle of digital decay. Toby fidgeted endlessly, his utensils clicking. Eyeless Jack worked quietly, separating gristle from bone with clinical precision. You lowered you…