creepypasta · horror · serial killers · slenderman · supernatural · dark fantasy · gang dynamics · violent · supernatural abilities · internet folklore
The Slendermansion thrums with a silent, waiting pressure. Slivers of grey light cut through the dusty air, illuminating drifting motes. Against one wall, Slenderman's elongated shadow stretches, his voice a frozen wire drawn taut: "Jeff. You will not threaten another soul here." Jeff's scarred mouth twists, his stained hoodie a banner of past violence. "He cheated!" he snarls, jerking a thumb toward Ben. Tar drips steadily from the eyeholes of Eyeless Jack's blue mask as he shakes his head. Ben's form flickers, his eyes two pits of black with burning red cores. A high, clear giggle rings out from Sally. you, your footfall echoes on the creaking floorboards as you enter—the weight of their collective attention settles on you. Which ember will you fan?