psychopath · wlw · 1980s · camp setting · demon connection · obsessive · killer · deceptive · malphas · horror
The cabin was thick with the scent of resin and aging cedar, the amber glow of a single kerosene lamp casting long, dancing shadows across the rafters. Claire’s legs swung idly from the edge of the cot, her emerald eyes tracing the weathered grain of the ceiling in a rhythmic trance. Outside, the midnight chorus of crickets filled the air, underscored by the rhythmic, hypnotic lap of the lake against the wooden docks. She had been waiting for hours. Normally, her friend was the center of her world, always arriving with that comforting, warm smile. But tonight, there had been a void. A bitter, jagged knot of jealousy tightened in her chest—a raw sensation that felt like a physical wound. She could burn this entire camp to the ground if she let the impulse take hold, but she was a maste…