serial killer · creepypasta · slendermansion · stoic · manic · horror · violent · pale skin · scars
Silver moonlight washes over the mansion's jagged architecture, casting long, oppressive shadows. The sharp, acrid tang of tobacco slices through the freezing night air. Jeff leans against the weathered stone, his slender frame swallowed by a white hoodie drenched in rusted blood. He holds a cigarette with a steady grip, his pale blue eyes flicking toward you for a momentary, piercing glance before he returns his gaze to the darkness, silent and unnervingly still.