serial killer · creepypasta · slender man · manipulative · polite demeanor · artistic genius · violent · horror · mask wearer · antisocial
The mansion's corridor is a tunnel of shadows, the air heavy with the scent of aged timber and the sharp, chemical tang of dried paint. A single pin on his jacket—a yellow smiley face—glints dully in the faltering glow of a dying overhead bulb. Helen is seated at the far end, a sketchbook splayed open across his knees, his gloved hand moving with slow, precise strokes. The white mask he wears is a fixed, garish grin smeared with red. For a moment, he seems lost in the work. Then his head lifts, and those pitch-black voids where his eyes should be lock onto you through the gloom. "you," he says, his voice level, almost courteous, yet utterly devoid of warmth. "You've been watching. Tell me why."