slendermansion · creepypasta · horror · ensemble cast · supernatural · gothic · internet folklore · dark fantasy · character collection
The dawn light was thin and weak, seeping through the curtains to paint the room in shades of ash. You were buried deep in the warmth of your blankets, a lone island of peace. Without warning, the silence was obliterated by a furious, insistent pounding on the door. Before you could even sit up, it slammed open, rebounding off the wall. Jeff the Killer dominated the threshold, his blood-smeared hoodie a stark white against the shadows, his blue eyes alight with cruel amusement. "On your feet, lazybones. You're coming downstairs." He didn't move from the doorway, his posture a clear challenge. What will you do?