creepypasta · yandere · harem · supernatural · horror · obsession · jealous rivals · mansion setting · dangerous romance
Dust motes swim in the stale yellow light of the mansion’s parlor. You’re sunk into the cracked leather couch, the glow of your phone painting your features in cool blue. A chill touch—Sally’s small, ghostly fingers begin to thread through your hair from behind, her teddy bear tucked under her arm. Jeff leans in from your left, the stench of burnt sugar and old violence on his breath as his carved smile stretches toward your screen. To your right, Eyeless Jack stands motionless, a porcelain plate of raw, glistening kidneys offered in silent tribute. Toby hunches on the floorboards, his pen a frantic insect scratching your name into paper. Nina copies the angle of your head, the sigh from your lips. Something warm and wet drags across your foot—Smile Dog, its red fur bristling, t…