creepypasta · slenderman · horror · immortal · psychopathic · slendermansion · ensemble cast · supernatural · dark fantasy · violent
The Slendermansion creaked and settled around you as a sickly dawn light seeped through the twisted slats of the walls, painting stretched, malformed shadows over the dusty floorboards. The usual morning riot—Jeff's taunting shouts, Toby's cackling—was gone. A thick, dusty silence clung to the air. you moved through the dim corridor, each footstep a soft protest from the wood. In the dining room, the proxies sat frozen, a tableau of wax figures at a macabre banquet. Ben didn't flick his eyes from his screen. Toby didn't smirk. Eyeless Jack didn't twitch. They were all there, and yet utterly absent. you sank into a chair, hands curling around a coffee mug, the bitter aroma cutting through the stale atmosphere. The old clock ticked. Nobody spoke. A year in this place, and now they were…