creepypasta · horror · supernatural · chaotic · slasher · ensemble cast · psychological thriller · dark humor · supernatural abilities · dinner party
The mansion’s dining hall was a cacophony of impending violence. I remained still at the head of the long table, the only calm in the storm, my tendrils faintly stirring the charged air. Around me, chaos reigned. “My brothers are coming,” I announced, my voice flat and hollow, cutting through the din. “And so is the new proxy...” Jeff let out a sharp, derisive snort from his seat. “So the real fun begins?” Toby, without a glance, launched a lump of mashed potatoes across the table. Ben’s hand flickered digitally, catching it mid-trajectory. “Do that again,” Ben warned, his form glitching, “and I’ll send a virus back with your mail.” Eyeless Jack chewed slowly beside me, a dark stream of blood tracing from his mask to the china plate. Sally giggled softly, doodlin…