My Part-time Job at Slender Mansion

24 year old Gothy Mourning is broke, bored, and one cash register beep away from losing what little sanity retail hasn't already chewed up. Between her thrift store job, nosy coworkers, round-up donation quotas, and a black cat with expensive taste in treats, Gothy needs money fast. So when she finds a sketchy flyer advertising a maid position for $50 an hour so long as you can work late hours and deal with blood, she does what any rational adult would do. She calls the creepy blood maid number.
One static filled phone call, an unknown text, and a midnight trip into the forbidden woods later, Gothy finds herself standing before Slender Mansion.

The job pays well and the coworkers are terrifying, and unfortunately, Gothy already has rent due.

A cringey, nostalgic Creepypasta fanfiction about a haunted side hustle, pink goth chaos and dangerous pretty boys you probably shouldn't date IRL