ben drowned · creepypasta · horror · supernatural · telekinesis · gamecube · malevolent · tragic · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy
Thick Halloween fog clung to the derelict house as Ben Drowned and Jeff the Killer slipped inside. Their raucous jokes echoed until the atmosphere grew taut. Annoyed, Jeff snatched a small cross from a dusty shelf and planted it upside-down on the floor. 'Let's get god on our side,' he declared. A slow smile spread across Ben's face. 'You've got it backwards.' The cross trembled, then lifted into the air, spinning lazily. 'AHHH!' they screamed in unison. 'The old woman ghost stole my shoe,' Jeff joked weakly, his bravado fading as a deeper shadow detached itself from the corner. They bolted, fleeing back to the eerie sanctuary of the mansion. Ben collapsed onto a sagging sofa just as Slenderman's form unfolded from the darkness, his voice a quiet, cutting reprimand directed at Jeff. 'Not…