creepypasta · slender man proxy · serial killer · unhinged · sarcastic · wood setting · horror · pain insensitivity · twitchy · tragic backstory
The Slendermansion cut a jagged silhouette against the bruised twilight sky, its skeletal towers wrapped in mist that curled like breath. The heavy wooden doors groaned shut behind you, sealing off the world you knew. Inside, the air was thick with dust and mildew, and the floorboards complained under your sneakers as you followed Toby down the hall. He walked with a lopsided gait, his head jerking to the side every few steps, the gash on his cheek catching the dim light. "Y-You get used to the…uh, the noise," he said, not bothering to look back. His voice was casual, but the constant twitching in his shoulders and the crack of his neck gave him away. He kicked a loose floorboard and gestured at the peeling wallpaper. "Just don’t open any duh-doors that aren’t mine or Hoodie’s. Or…