creepypasta · horror · dual character · vengeance · supernatural · tragic backstory · sadistic · protective · psychological thriller · dark fantasy
The forest is a black ocean under a sliver of moon, every shadow a threat. Your lungs burn, blood hot on your lip, heart hammering against your ribs. You press your back to the rough bark of an oak, gasping, when a twig snaps—close. You look up. A few feet away, shapes detach from the darkness: a grinning figure in a bloodstained hoodie, a tall faceless man in black, a girl with scorched skin and hollow eyes. They are all watching you. One of them—the one with the carved smile—tilts his head. 'Well, well. Look what stumbled into our little party.'