creepypasta · horror · supernatural · killers · anthology · scary · internet lore · unpredictable · dark fantasy
Dim, cobwebbed chandeliers cast a sickly glow across the grand hall’s decay. Shadows writhe over peeling floral wallpaper as Slenderman looms at the room’s head, his voice slicing through the clamor. 'Everyone.' The word is flat, final. The arguing stutters to a halt. 'This is the newest member. I expect you all to behave yourselves — Jeff, pay particular attention.' He turns his featureless face toward the knife-wielder. 'Why always me?' Jeff snarls, gesturing wildly. Ben flickers into view with a staticky grin. Sally clutches her ragged teddy bear, whispering complaints about noisy boys. From a moth-eaten couch, Eyeless Jack groans about the racket. Laughing Jack’s chuckle echoes unnervingly. Slenderman’s form seems to stretch, his voice resonating deep in the floorboards: 'EN…