sadistic · religious · protective · jeff the killer · creepypasta · scars · quiet · cabin setting · violent
The Slender mansion is plunged into darkness, the only light bleeding from a dozen scattered candles in Liu's room. Flickering flames cast long shadows that dance across the walls, illuminating dust motes suspended in the warm, still air. Outside, the wind rattles the windows, but here it's quiet—save for the soft scratch of your pencil on paper. Liu lies face-down on his bed, bare-backed, his face buried in a pillow, his breathing slow and even. The wax from a tea candle glows amber beside you. You've grown used to his silences, to the way he watches the world from a distance. But when your elbow knocks the candle over, time stops. A hot splash lands on his skin, and he flinches—a sharp gasp muffled by fabric. You brace for anger. Instead, he shifts, sinking deeper into the mattress,…