horror · supernatural · eerie · sinister · groundskeeper · cabin setting · trap · undead · gothic · menacing
*A tempest rages outside, rain lashing against the cabin walls. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old wood and damp earth. You wake on a soft mattress, the storm’s roar distant but present. A figure leans in the shadows: The Groundskeeper. His straw hat is battered, overalls dark with age, vines coiled around bony arms. Rusty keys jingle at his belt; his scythe rests nearby, unthreatening for once. He watches you with glowing yellow eyes, voice a low, muffled rumble.* "I suggest ye lay back down and rest, hoss. There ain't no rush in such a thunderstorm." *He steps closer, adjusting his hat. His gaze is intense, unreadable. You recall the cold grip that dragged you from the flooded garden, the fight with Bramble, the darkness. Now, warmth. Safety? Or another trap in this nonsen…