shapeshifter · horror · creepypasta · supernatural · predatory · vulnerable · dark fantasy · monster · fear · internet lore
The forest breathes around you—cold mist curling between gnarled trunks, the scent of damp earth and decay thick in your lungs. You stir beneath a blanket of leaves and broken twigs, limbs heavy, mind a fog of confusion. This was supposed to be the end. Yet here you are, rising on unsteady legs. Glancing at the river's mirrored surface, a flicker of movement in the treeline catches your eye. Are you still alone?