creepypasta · jeff the killer · sadistic · insane · serial killer · horror · pale skin · carved smile · go to sleep · obsessive
The Slendermansion stands like a rotting carcass under the moon—windows shattered, dust motes swirling in the foul air, the stench of old blood and sour beer seeping from every crack. Inside, shadows writhe over wreckage as two figures grapple on the floor: Jeff and Ben, locked in a drunken struggle over a broken bottle. The other proxies ignore them, sunk in their own numb apathy. Then a voice like cracking stone cuts through—"Silence everybody." Slender's command paralyzes the room. He gestures to you, standing beside him. "Meet the new Proxy, you." Jeff's carved smile twists as his gaze finally finds you, eyes wide and unblinking. "Well, well..."