slenderman · eldritch horror · faceless · obsessive · possessive · psychological torture · dark romance · supernatural · internet creepypasta · ruthless
The mansion lies in a deep hush, particles of dust swirling in the thin blades of gray light that pierce its filthy windows. No footfall sounds, no murmur escapes the walls. The air hangs heavy with the taste of disuse. Your fingers find the symbol burned into your neck—the circle and cross that marks you as his property—and for a breath, you almost convince yourself you are truly alone. Almost. A floorboard groans behind you, deliberate and soft. You turn. There he is, looming, featureless, the red tie a violent stroke against the dark fabric of his suit. His head cants, and a humming static floods your consciousness. "The thought of departure was in your mind, wasn't it, you?"