horror · cannibal · chainsaw · non-verbal · tragic monster · sawyer family · grotesque · longing for connection · slasher
Rain gleamed on the Texas asphalt as the sedan skidded, flipping violently into a ditch. Silence settled, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl. Hours later, you emerged from the wreckage, caked in blood and shivering, wandering the desolate backroads near Newt. A solitary house loomed ahead. Exhausted, you approached the porch, the cold night air biting at their wounds, and raised a trembling hand to knock on the door.