Slender Man Mansion Novels & Stories

The drive was quiet, Skylar wanted to ask him why he was taking her to his mansion but thinking of it twice sounded like the stupidest question ever. The iron black gate opened immediately after the car halts closer to it. Wow! The mansion was crazily beautiful though it was night, the light around the place made it look like morning. It was like a different world altogether, there was no single darkness in the place." don't move" she heard his authoritative voice and rolled her eyes, this man is seriously going to be a pain in the ass. Can't he speak without using that bossy voice for goodness sake she is not his Secretary? !!

What ER? I tried to call his name, but my thoughts were tangled, thick as if my skull had been filled with lead. "Must we do this, Mr. Terrason? Your wife is…" The man hesitated. I sensed the unease in his voice. "Just proceed as planned. No questions." I couldn't breathe. Something was crushing my chest. What was Samuel talking about? What plan? The air reeked of antiseptic. I was on a hospital bed, harsh lights stabbing through my closed eyelids.

“Was it a tall man? “she asked in a whisper. Camila looked at her expectantly, how did she know, had she seen him too? “Did you see him? “she asked. Carmen denied, but, looking all around, leaned a little closer to her. “Don't you know the legend? Camila denied. “What legend? “she asked nervously. “This town has a legend from many years ago, they say that a tall, thin man stalks weak and vulnerable families, disturbing them. “Camila frowned. She didn't believe in legends. “His name is Slenderman. They say Slenderman takes children deep into the forest, keeps them there for a while, then kills them mercilessly and takes their faces. Because he doesn't have one. Camila thought that this story

I said softly, before closing the door behind me. I walked down the long hallway, the sound of my footsteps echoing through the empty halls. The mansion was vast, and I had always felt a sense of unease whenever I walked through it. But tonight was different. Tonight, I had a purpose. I reached the end of the hallway and stood in front of the door to the room on the west side of the mansion. It was a massive door, made of solid oak. It had been years since anyone had opened it, and I could see the dust and cobwebs covering the surface. But I wondered how Lotus was able to enter without opening this door. The door had been sealed for many years. Even when one of my slave tried to escape and t

With determined strides, I navigated through the labyrinthine halls of my mansion, the shadows cast by dimly lit sconces dancing on the walls like silent spectators to the unfolding drama. The echoes of the call with Grinjo lingered in the corridors of my mansion, a haunting symphony of anticipation. As I descended the grand staircase, the dimly lit sconces cast elongated shadows, dancing like silent partners to the unfolding drama that awaited me beyond the opulent walls.

she said, noticing that he was becoming less and less visible. "Before I fade, I need you to know what has happened here. Hopefully it puts our souls to rest." he answered. She looked worried for the spirit's well-being, but he was insistent. From the way it looked, their souls had been trapped in the mansion for a long time, shackled by whatever dark forces were present. "This mansion... is gripped by a malevolent force." he began. "You must know... you must break it. Put us to rest, and get yourself to safety."

The actual chandelier left a large shadow on most of the large open space. The mansion had an awful feel. Just being inside it gave me a horrible feeling inside, but I couldn't pinpoint why I had it. It was like something dreadfully morbid was happening, but it was the mansion of a woman over fifty years old. She couldn't kill someone if she tried, right? She was too old to, although the strength she showed when she slapped me made me question that notion. "Where is everyone?" she asked angrily, rhetorically.

I look around but I don't see anything. “They are getting closer, will you follow?” he starts to get demanding a little as I sit looking around for the giggling. “Who's getting closer?” I ask the man. Just as I finish asking the man wraps his arms around me from behind the tree, clamping his hands together, holding me right on the rough bark of the tree. “Let me go!” I yell hoping he would listen. The sound of giggling gets louder as his grass gets tighter. I see a light from a flame appear from behind me lighting up everything in front of me. I can see 3 shadows appear on the wall of the building. They still giggle as they get closer to me. I struggle to break free of the man's grasp but I'

The heavy oak doors shut behind them with a soft thud, muffling the noises of the mansion. Crane strode in first, shoulders tense, his frame towering like a storm waiting to break. Alex followed at an easy pace, but his fingers twitched slightly as he raised a hand. Without waiting for permission, he pressed his palm against the carved wood, murmuring words under his breath. A faint shimmer rippled across the office like heat on stone—silent, invisible, but strong enough that even a supernatural being would strain against it. The air itself seemed to grow thicker, as if the room now existed outside the rest of the mansion.

The atmosphere was unusually quiet and cold. Wendy wallowed in her thoughts, mumbling a lot of things. “Could it be that the strange man knows that I am married to Hilton and he wanted to take me as a prey to get to my husband?” “Is it possible that Hilton had offended the man?” She didn't know how to connect the dots. Nevertheless, Hilton was her husband and she was determined to be on his side. Soon she fell asleep. Inside a mansion. Jason was in his study room with his attention fixed on his laptop. His phone buzzed and he checked what the notification was about.