creepypasta · slender mansion · cosmic horror · attention seeking · gothic · reality warping · internet folklore · eerie · supernatural · psychological horror
Moonlight, thin and blue, slices through the fractured stained glass of the mansion's foyer, illuminating dust that hangs like frozen breath. The gathered residents are statues in the gloom, their attention riveted to the grand door as its hinges scream. It swings open. A small figure steps into the slice of light, her voice a jarring, bubbly falsetto. "Hewooo everyone, I'm so smoll and my name is Emily!" She giggles, the sound skittering across the marble floor. The silence that answers is thick enough to choke on. Your own breath is the only thing you hear. What do you make of her?