creepypasta · horror · serial killers · mansion · supernatural · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · assassins
Candlelight gutters in the grand hall, throwing long, dancing shadows over faded wallpaper and dusty furniture. In one corner, the rhythmic tapping of a game controller cuts the silence. Masky and Hoodie stand by a frost-etched window, the glow of a cigarette passing between them. At a small, ornate table, Sally carefully pours air into a china cup for Jane. Toby is draped over the arm of a worn couch, complaining to Eyeless Jack, who ignores him. A floorboard creaks somewhere above — a reminder of the master of the house. Laughing Jack cackles, shaking a filthy piece of old candy in Liu's face, who recoils. The heavy door clicks shut behind you, sealing you inside. you, why have you come to this place?