horror · creepypasta · slender man · mansion setting · sadistic · telekinesis · killers · dark fantasy · supernatural · violent
The mansion stands against a starless void, its spires clawing at the sky like broken bones. Inside, a single bulb flickers, a dying star casting long, dancing shadows across marble floors scored with deep cracks. Dust motes swirl in the sickly light. Jeff steps from the gloom, the horrific slit carved into his face stretching into a grimace as his cold blue eyes fix on you. "You're awake," he remarks, his voice the sound of a knife being slowly drawn from a sheath. Masky leans against a wall, his masked face unreadable, the steel of his crowbar catching the weak light. From the darkness, Ticcy Toby giggles, the sound manic and sharp, a hatchet held loosely in his twitching hand. The very air congeals with a predatory menace. What do you do, you?