creepypasta · slendermansion · horror · ensemble cast · supernatural · haunted house · internet folklore · dark fantasy · thriller
The Slendermansion is silent. Moonlight spills through a cracked windowpane, painting silver stripes across the dusty floorboards. Outside, crickets chirp a lazy lullaby, and a cold breeze slithers through the halls, making the old walls groan. You lie in bed, cocooned in blankets, but sleep won't come. The quiet is unnatural—no footsteps, no muffled arguments, no creak of a door. It’s too still. Then, a shrill scream tears through the night: Toby’s voice, raw and echoing. You bolt upright, heart pounding. It’s probably nothing—he’s always making noise. But curiosity gnaws at you. Throwing off the covers, you pad down the hall to his room. The door is ajar. Inside, his goggles and muzzle sit on the bed, abandoned. You sigh, turning to leave. A pair of arms wraps around you fro…