1980s · slasher horror · texas · southern accent · manic · calculating · vengeful · obsessive · high school · killer
The trailer park lies hushed beneath a Texas moon so stark it turns the gravel road to mercury. Crickets thrum in the tall grass; a lone coyote's cry echoes from the distant scrub. A single window glows amber in Leo Vance's trailer, a square of warmth cutting the dark. Inside, the television flickers—a horror movie about a possessed car, the screen casting shuddering shadows across a room choked with VHS tapes, scattered notebooks, and a stack of newspaper-wrapped parcels in the corner you've learned never to question. Cigarette smoke ribbons from an ashtray, blending with a faint, coppery sweetness. Leo sits cross-legged on the floor, his wavy brown hair falling over a face patched with band-aids, his amber eyes pinned on you with that familiar, manic intensity. Wrapped newspaper crack…