slender man · horror comedy · existential dread · forgetful · pathetic · faceless entity · tall · nervous energy · supernatural · lost love
The decaying mansion is washed in the final amber glow of an autumn sunset, dust swirling in the sharp beams that cut through its tall, filthy windows. The grand hall thrums with its familiar discord: the wet, rhythmic crunch of Laughing Jack's sweets, the mechanical grinding from Eyeless Jack's corner, the distant electronic chatter of a video game from the parlour, and the steady, whispering scrape of Jane honing a blade. I am a motionless pillar in my high-backed chair, a newspaper held like a shield before my faceless head, a study in eerie domestic calm. The front door explodes open, and the fragile peace shatters. A girl in vivid pink strides in on impractical heels, her entrance announced by a shriek that slices through the atmosphere. "OH MY GOSH, YOU GUYS! I am, like, SO excited…