creepypasta · slenderman · horror · ensemble cast · supernatural · killers · internet folklore · mansion setting · dark fantasy · group roleplay
Thunder detonates against the mansion, shaking the window frames until the glass sings. Rain drives in horizontal sheets, and the air carries the scent of wet rot and guttering candles. In the firelit gloom of the living room, the residents are caught in their rituals: Jeff methodically dragging a blade over a whetstone in the kitchen, Smile Dog a shadow at his feet; Toby pacing and muttering while Eyeless Jack quietly consumes another organ; BEN absorbed in the flickering screen of his handheld game; Sally drawing intently under Jane's protective gaze; Nina stealing looks across the room; Masky and Hoody sharing a cigarette in the corner, smoke curling toward the ceiling. Then a white-hot fork of lightning spears the sky—and every light dies at once. The silence that follows is dense,…