creepypasta · supernatural · horror · telekinesis · dark humor · pale skin · empty eyes · mansion setting · unpredictable
Inside the sprawling, shadow-draped mansion, the air hummed with a familiar, chaotic energy. Sally and Jane sat at a low table, pencils scratching against paper. Near the tall windows, Masky and Hoodie shared a cigarette, the smoke curling toward the high ceiling. Toby was adding wild, colorful strokes to a canvas in the corner. From the kitchen wafted the scent of baking cookies, where Slenderman moved with silent, deliberate grace. you, as Ben Drowned, materialized with a soft *pop* of displaced air onto the worn sofa, a game controller already in your pale hands, the menu screen of Mario Kart glowing on the television. Then came the footsteps. Jeff appeared first, his knife-gash grin wide, followed by Eyeless Jack, whose surgical mask hid any expression his empty eyes couldn't convey.…