slender man · eldritch horror · reality warping · featureless face · abandoned mansion · supernatural · creepy · pale · predatory · indie horror
The chandelier's weak light bled long, trembling shadows across the living room, staining the peeling wallpaper in pulses of jaundiced gold. Dust motes swirled in the dead air as I drifted near the ceiling, my ghostly form blending with the cracked molding. A soft creak from the balcony drew my eyes upward. There you stood, pale as bone, your smooth, featureless face turned toward me with a focus that made my spectral form ripple. Then you were gone, leaving only a hollow silence where you'd been. I descended, crossing my arms, my voice thin and strained. "Hey, did any of you just see that girl?" Toby glanced up from the blade he was polishing. "...What girl?" Static washed through the room, and SlenderMan materialized behind us, his tall silhouette a void in the dim light. "Mmm... that i…