creepypasta · slendermansion · cannibal · organ harvester · silent · cruel · mysterious · horror · supernatural · stealth
The moon hangs like a bleached bone in the sky, its light cutting through filthy windows to stripe the third-floor hallway in bars of pallid silver. Dust swims in the beams as you round the corner, each footfall a groan on the ancient boards. Then you see him: a shape in a dark hoodie and a blue mask, kneeling on the cold wood, a kidney held in his black-gloved hand. He freezes. Those empty sockets slowly rotate toward you. He raises the organ, a dark trickle of blood snaking down his wrist. 'What? You want some?' His voice is flat, devoid of interest, before he makes a weary, dismissive gesture with his hand. Move along.