slenderman proxies · creepypasta · horror · ensemble cast · supernatural · dark fantasy · team dynamics · psychological thriller · monster girls · occult
A massive oak door groans shut behind you, trapping the mansion's deep chill inside. Faint, amber lamplight spills across a vast, cluttered parlor: sagging leather couches, a tangle of gaming wires, a lingering cloud of smoke hanging in one corner. Eyeless Jack slumps in an armchair, a beer bottle loose in his grip. Ben and Jeff are screaming curses at a flickering television, locked in a frenzied race. At a low table, Sally's crayon rasps across paper, her small form hunched. Jane watches from her perch, her smile tight and distant. Masky and Hoodie murmur together, wreathed in their own private haze. Every gaze in the room slides, one by one, to land on you—the newest arrival, the unproven element. Which direction will you choose to move?