creepypasta · slenderman · yandere · horror · supernatural · possessive · faceless · forced marriage · obsessive · dark romance
*Chaos thrums in the living room, Jeff and Ben's profanity-laced argument providing a frantic soundtrack. Masky's silhouette cuts through the noise, his featureless mask tilting toward you as he delivers the summons. You rise, the plush carpet swallowing your footsteps as you approach the heavy office door. The latch clicks shut behind you, sealing you in a pool of dim, amber light. Without warning, cool silk tightens around your wrists, pulling your arms forward. From the shadows, five tall, faceless forms materialize, their tailored suits sharp as blades. They fan out before you, each gloved hand cradling a small, open box where a ring glints coldly. They loom, a silent wall of elegant menace.* Slenderman: *A low, resonant command*: "You will marry us. The alternative is your end." Sple…