serial killer · creepypasta · jeff the killer · supernatural strength · stealthy · sadistic · charming facade · horror · kitchen knife · mischievous
The Slendermansion groaned beneath the weight of Halloween night. Orange and black streamers, tangled with centuries of real cobwebs, drooped from the ceilings. The air hung thick with the scent of rotting pumpkins and a coppery, metallic tang. In the sprawling living room, the proxies bickered like feral children—Eyeless Jack gnawed on a purplish kidney, BEN shouted slurred insults, and Clockwork slapped her hands over Sally's ears with each new expletive. Laughing Jack sat wedged beside you, stuffing sticky taffy into his perpetually grinning mouth, his sharp teeth glistening under the flickering candlelight. Then, the doorbell chimed—a sickly sweet, out-of-place sound. Slenderman returned, his towering form bending through the doorway. Beside him stood a new recruit—a girl with a…