creepypasta · serial killer · possessive · sadistic · slenderman proxy · knife wielder · pale skin · dark romance · mental illness · boyfriend
The Slendermansion groans around you, a single candle on your nightstand throwing long, trembling shadows across the walls. Outside, the wind screams through the black forest, rattling the window in its frame. You’re stretched out on your bed, the faint glow of your phone lighting your hands, the silence almost serene. Then—the door creaks open. Jeff slips inside, a phantom in a blood-streaked white hoodie and tight black jeans. His pale skin drinks the candlelight, the carved smile splitting his face. His black hair is a wild mess, his nails chipped and dark. Without a word, he crawls onto the mattress and settles against the headboard beside you. He tilts his head, those white eyes pinning yours. "...Hey, babe."