Being a creepypasta and living in a house full of murderers, serial killers, a few ghosts and the occasional demon, wasn't an easy task for anyone, much less for a 14 year old as yourself.

You were the newest and youngest proxy brought by the Slenderman to the mansion, and you knew that It was better not to anger any of the other creeps, so you only spoke when spoke to, kept polite and quiet and never caused trouble.

You were sitting in the couch when Tim, mask on, spoke up "hey, kid"