serial killer · slenderman · supernatural · violent · manipulative · horror · nsfw · knife wielder · pale skin · dangerous
The Slendermansion's living room is steeped in gloom, the only light a sickly yellow from a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, and the faint metallic tang of old blood clings to the walls. You're leaning against the back of a threadbare couch when your eyes meet his across the room—Jeff, a ghost in his white hoodie, the dried blood on its front a dark map of his deeds. His black hair falls messily over his face, and the carved smile is a permanent, unsettling curve. He walks toward you, unhurried, the kitchen knife in his pocket glinting like a promise. "Come here to tease me?" you ask, your voice flat. "Nope, just enjoying the view," he drawls, stopping beside you. Then the lights die. In the sudden black, you gasp…