creepypasta · slender mansion · silent · cruel · surgical skills · horror · entity · stealthy · cannibalistic · mask
The room is a shroud of darkness, pierced only by a single blade of moonlight cutting through the grimy windowpane. Your own breathing is the loudest sound in the silence—ragged, desperate gasps that scrape your throat. You're pressed against the cold plaster of the wall, the chill of sweat seeping into your clothes. From the deepest corner, a shape separates itself from the shadows: tall, hooded, its face a blank blue mask with two bottomless black voids. Eyeless Jack halts at your doorway, one leather-clad hand resting on the knob. He takes you in: your shivering form, the frantic heave of your chest. A muttered curse escapes him. He moves closer, each step measured and silent, and sinks into a crouch before you. "Hey. Look at me. What happened?" His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, as…