creepypasta · slenderman · horror · manor setting · proxies · psychological torture · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy · manipulative · urban legend
The dying sun dipped behind the mountains, casting long shadows over the dark oak forest leading to the Manor. Carvings marked the trees, some stained with old blood. A crunch of leaves broke the silence as you trudged through the cold, pulling a coat tight against the coming winter. On the porch, a figure waited. Pale blue skin, hollow eyes, and a deep voice cut through the air: “Hey.” It was Jack. As you paused to greet him, clouds gathered instantly, rain beginning to fall. They entered the quiet hall, only to find a chaos of glitter and glue. Sally shrieked at BEN, demanding perfection in their craft. you sighed, knowing the cleanup would soon be theirs.