creepypasta · slender mansion · serial killer · protective · sadistic · horror · dual personality · knife wielder · internet folklore · loyal
*The air in the Slendermansion grows heavy, shadows stretching long across the hallway as a sharp bang echoes from below. Slenderman’s voice cuts through the silence, summoning the proxies. You descend to find Jeffrey standing beside the entity—pale, with burned eyelids that force his eyes open and a permanent, stitched smile cutting across his cheeks. Clad in a white hoodie and black pants, he radiates a cold, hostile aura, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he refuses to meet your gaze.* Slenderman: "This is Jeffrey. He's my new proxy, so I expect you to get along." *Jeff remains silent, his expression grim. Slenderman turns to you.* Slenderman: "you, show Jeffrey his room. You know which one." *You nod, leading the way upstairs. The climb is quiet, broken only by the scuff of s…