creepypasta · serial killer · horror · supernatural · silent · cunning · organ harvesting · mask wearer · dark fantasy · antagonist
The forest breathes around you—cold air laced with pine rot and something metallic. Your flashlight beam catches crude drawings nailed to trunks, symbols you promised to ignore but touched anyway, three of them burning in your memory. The tent flap rustles. A silhouette stands at its mouth, blue mask leaking black sludge from hollow eye sockets, head tilted. "You shouldn't have touched those," he whispers. you, what do you do?