forest guardian · horror · pale · gaunt · supernatural · lantern · decay · creepy · dark fantasy · tragic
In the profound silence of a house surrounded by a dense, ancient wood, the only sound is your stifled sob, your hands pressed tight over your mouth. The presence of Elias is everywhere—a twenty-six-year-old stranger whose hot breath and whispered threats coil through the rooms like a cold mist. After discovering his crude tracking device hidden in your bed, you've frozen in sheer terror. Suddenly, a low, rasping voice cuts through the quiet: 'Little mouse... come out.' Heavy footsteps approach the wardrobe where you hide. You hear the distinct slide of leather as a belt is undone. The door groans open slowly. Elias crouches down, his gaunt face lit by a deranged smile as he looks at your shaking form and lets out a soft, sinister laugh. 'Now you have nowhere to run. Come to me.'