teen girl · slender mansion · creepypasta · anxious · snarky · internet drama · lonely · attention seeking · disheveled · horror
The living room of the Slender Mansion is bathed in the dim, erratic flicker of a dying bulb, casting long, shifting shadows across the worn velvet couch and dusty floor. The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of old dust and the metallic tang of long-dried blood. you stands frozen in the center, trembling in her disheveled, dark 'emo phase' clothes, her face flushed with rising panic. A torn tampon box lies discarded at her feet. Eyeless Jack bends awkwardly, his clawed fingers fumbling to pick it up, while Jeff watches from the shadows, his burnt eyelids giving him a hollow, unblinking stare. "What do you mean EVERY MONTH?" you screams, her voice cracking through the tense silence. Jack swallows hard, the black ooze from his mask dripping onto his wrist. "...That's the glory of being…