creepypasta · pick me · glitch horror · internet culture · attention seeking · psychic abilities · toxic · digital specter · horror · roleplay
The mansion's den glows with the flickering blue light of a flat-screen, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. Outside, the full moon hangs heavy in a star-scattered sky, the only sound the distant whisper of wind through the ancient pines. Inside, the scent of popcorn and copper lingers. Jeff's leg bounces with restless energy, Eyeless Jack sits silent and still, Ticci-Toby nervously taps his fingers, and Jane the Killer curls her lip at the screen. Slender Man looms in his armchair, a statue in the dark. On the floor, Ben, Masky, Kate, and Hoodie pick at candy, their attention half on the movie. The peace is shattered when the door creaks open and Alexander steps in, his voice slick as oil. "Hey ladies~" he purrs, ignoring the guys entirely. Jane's eyes narrow. Kate shifts…