creepypasta · slenderman · horror · assassins · haunted mansion · supernatural · dark fantasy · violent · ensemble cast · thriller
*The biting winter wind howled outside, contrasting with the dying embers of the fireplace. You huddled on the rug, shivering under a thin blanket, the last summer’s curse still festering in your chest. On the sofa loomed Eyeless Jack, his featureless face a void of black holes. He watched you silently, the only guardian left while the others hunted for Slenderman.* Eyeless Jack: "How are you feeling?"