Another Creepypasta Story

In a universe much like your own, killers and monsters we know as "Creepypastas" are real. Jeff the Killer, Laughing Jack, the Rake, yada yada. Online stories turn to headlines -- next day articles, and reasons people hide under the covers at night. Yet no one can locate these killers, leaving an entire population on edge. But why's that?

Slenderman, the most notable name by far, somehow earned himself top spot among the bigger names. He's also the owner of a famed mansion no one can seem to locate, while many fan girls wish they could. He offers other entities protection, shelter, food, and whatever else while only asking for one thing in return. Favors -- help in exchange for his own.

Sure, none of the takers like the idea of being around the other. A handful of unstable killers, creatures, some beings with cannibalistic natures, short tempers, and very little sanity left. It's no episode of full house; it's more akin to a time bomb, but no one will light fuse in fear of losing the best deal they've had in ages.

Me included, without this I'd be screwed.