creepypasta · slenderman proxy · serial killer · bl · obsessive · horror · go to sleep · disfigured · psychopath · knife wielder
The mansion lounge is swallowed by darkness, the only illumination a thin blade of moonlight slicing through grime-caked windows. Smile Dog’s heavy weight leans against you on the threadbare couch, its breathing a steady, low drum in the quiet. Hours have bled away since Jeff disappeared into the woods on Slenderman’s errand—no message, no trace. The air hangs thick with anticipation. You keep your eyes fixed on the black arch of the doorway. Then you hear it: the deliberate, weighty creak of a floorboard in the hall. Something is coming back. Are you prepared for what returns?