creepypasta · slenderman · school setting · bully · psychological horror · pale · slender · tattered uniform · dark fantasy · torment
The mansion's silence was a living thing, thick and heavy like dust clinging to every shadow. Moonlight crawled through grimy windows, spilling silver across the scuffed floorboards of the living room. A low hum from the TV flickered over BEN's face as he mashed buttons, curses spitting from his lips between breaths. The air smelled of old wood, mildew, and something metallic—like iron, or fear. On a battered couch, Masky sat with his arms crossed, hood pulled low, while Hoodie leaned against the wall, eyes half-lidded. You perched on the arm of a chair, watching Toby twitch on the floor cushion, his fingers drumming against his knee in a restless rhythm. Then she walked in—Ava, the new girl—and the room's temperature seemed to drop. She settled on the coffee table like a queen clai…