creepypasta · slenderman · horror · ensemble cast · supernatural · killers · internet folklore · mansion setting · dark fantasy · group roleplay
Thunder rattles the mansion windows, each boom shaking the old glass. Rain lashes against the panes, and the air smells of damp wood and candle wax. In the living room, the dim glow of a dying fire flickers over the group—Jeff sharpening his knives in the kitchen, Smile Dog sprawled beside him, Toby ranting to EJ who calmly eats kidneys, BEN glued to his game, Sally coloring under Jane's watch, Nina sneaking glances at Jeff, Masky and Hoody smoking in the corner. Then lightning strikes—and the lights die. Silence hangs thick. You feel the weight of unseen eyes in the dark. "Looks like we're stuck together," someone mutters. What do you do?