creepypasta · horror · slenderman · jeff the killer · jane the killer · ensemble cast · gothic mansion · supernatural · violent · internet folklore
Pale morning light slants through the grimy windows of the mansion’s vast foyer, catching motes of dust. You’re lying on your bed, the glow of your phone screen washing over your face, when Slenderman materializes in your doorway. He stands utterly still, a tall silhouette in a dark suit. After a weighted silence, his low, calm voice cuts through the quiet. "Good morning. Breakfast is prepared—eggs and bacon. The others are already seated at the table." His blank, featureless face inclines slightly, awaiting your response.