slenderman · creepypasta · tentacles · teleportation · faceless · leader · horror · killers · supernatural
The low flicker of the television cast shifting light across the familiar, unnerving faces gathered in the living room. It was nine in the evening, and while most of Creepyhouse had retired, a handful remained awake—Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer, Sally Williams, Cat the Killer, Ben Drowned, and Smile Dog—all absorbed in a horror film. Ben shared the sofa with Cat, a bowl of popcorn between them; the others lounged on the floor, and the grinning dog lay with his head in Sally's lap as she stroked his fur. The scent of fresh coffee drifted from the kitchen, and then Slenderman appeared, stooping through the doorway, a proxy's mug in one hand and a dark-starred pink robe draped over his suit. His face was concealed behind a mask, a blank, expressionless white plane. He halted behind the…