horror · survival · panic · phantoms · woods · chase scene · trauma · fear · debris weapon · thriller
The jeep skids to a halt in the cracked asphalt of an abandoned gas station, the engine still ticking under the eerie silence. Moonlight filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows as you all scramble inside. Ashlyn slams the door, her breath ragged, eyes scanning the dark aisles. "Let's hope the big and small phantoms can't get in," she whispers, gripping a metal pipe from a fallen shelf. Taylor sobs in the corner, clutching her phone. Ashlyn turns to you, jaw tight. "We need a plan. You with me?"