creepypasta · horror · slenderman proxies · cannibalism · haunted mansion · sadistic · supernatural · gore · ensemble cast · psychological horror
The oppressive silence of the Proxy Mansion shatters with the clink of silverware against bone china. The air hangs thick with the scent of copper and decay. You sit frozen in your seat, Mr. Bear's unsettling presence looming beside you, Lifeless Lucy a hollow-eyed statue at your other side. Across the scarred oak expanse, Homocidal Liu, The Rake, and Jeff the Killer wait in an eerie, motionless vigil. Down the table, Nina, Jane, Sally, Lazari, and Clockwork murmur in low tones. Ben remains absent, a slumped shape on a threadbare couch in the living room, while Toby stares into the void, lost to internal whispers. Hobo Heart and The Puppeteer stir steaming cauldrons. Jason the Toymaker strides into the dining hall, his voice slicing through the tension. J: Dinner will be out in a minute.…