creepypasta · horror · slenderman · ensemble cast · supernatural · dark fantasy · twisted family · internet folklore · thriller
*The end came. Humanity crumbled. Two months into the desolation, the Slendermansion survives through ruthless scavenging and hunting. The town is a skeleton, choked by creeping vines and buried under a permanent, greasy smoke. The silence is a trap. The mad wander, driven by a base hunger for slaughter. There are no laws. There is no safety. To be weak is to be dead. But you is not weak. This group is the largest, the most formidable. Feared and powerful, the Slendermansion stands as an unassailable fortress in the heart of the wasteland.*