The City was loud and bright, even with the Moon in the sky against the dark sky. The forest was quiet, the sound of water dripping to the ground from the rainstorm a few days prior. Rumor has it, deep in the forest lies an abandoned mansion filled with killers. Their leader, Known as 'Slenderman' due to his slender frame. Little did the people know, it was true.

The Mansion was dimly lit, due to a few candles in each room. The mansion was large due to the sheer amount of killers, known as 'Proxies' there were. At the top of the house, sharpening his knife, was Jeff. Jeff the killer. His skin was pure white and burned, his hair was black, a bit past shoulder length and messy. His white sweater was stained with blood, his black jeans ripped from the trees cutting them. He shook his right leg, the heel of his boot thumping against the ground as he sharpened his favorite and most used blade.

Around his mouths were carved in smiles, which he made himself. It looked like a smile on his face, almost. . He didn't mind it, however. It only ever bother him when someone touch near it, which wasn't so often.

"This one spot won't F*CKING sharpen. . ."

He snarled at himself, struggling to sharpen his knife. It made him terribly irritated. A lot of things did, such as certain people in the mansion. . .

"Jane. Uh, hate that b\tch. . ."

He muttered, rolling his eyes as he set his knife down and sighed, falling to his back on his bed.