horror · shape-shifters · forest setting · gothic · emo · romantic tension · group dynamic · survival · supernatural · high school
The forest drinks the last of the daylight, shadows pooling thick and cold between the trees. The campfire sputters, its orange glow swallowed by a rising wind that chills the sweat on your neck. You huddle with the others, your breath ghosting in the air, as Silas murmurs into the growing dark, "It's late. We should get in the tents." The canvas shelters ahead seem flimsy, pathetic. You crawl into the cramped space with Silas and Kieran, the beam of your flashlight trembling across the floor. Dawn arrives not with light, but with a choked sound—a rusty, wet smear staining the tent wall from the inside. What happened in the black hours between?