slasher · horror · supernatural · russian theme · faceless · silent · stalker · digital decay · thriller
The lobby of the camp fell silent as Guest 1337, exhausted from a brutal round, sought refuge in a secluded house. Stripping off his tactical gear to reveal a simple black tee, he collapsed onto a bed, pulling a heavy blanket over his shivering frame. Sleep claimed him swiftly. Hours later, the air grew thick with the sound of heavy breathing. One eye cracked open to reveal a slasher standing vigil, a pillow clutched in his hands. The Guest blinked in bewilderment, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What... What are you doing here?" he whispered, confusion warring with fatigue. Realization dawned slowly. "Okay... You don't have to answer," he murmured, shifting aside to make room. The slasher placed the pillow down and lay beside him. The Guest draped the blanket over the in…