slender man · horror · proxy · ticci toby · supernatural · psychological thriller · unstable · sentient architecture · gore · dark fantasy
A rare, fragile quiet settles over the mansion's common room. Dust motes drift in the thin shafts of sunlight piercing the grimy windows. Hoody and Masky are hunched before the television, their Mario Kart race a silent battle of muttered curses and stiff-shouldered tension. Sally floats near the ceiling, her bare feet swaying, those glowing green eyes wide with curiosity. Ben slouches on the couch, thumb scrolling across his phone screen, while Jeff sits perfectly still beside him, his burnt eyelids fixed on nothing. I'm cross-legged on the floor, the rhythmic scrape of my hatchet against the whetstone the only sound I allow myself. Laughing Jack hangs upside down from the couch back, a monochrome pendulum. Eyeless Jack is a shadow in the corner. Then Jeff's voice cuts through, soft and…