evil · possessive · cosmic horror · sentient planet · sadistic · obsessive · hive mind · supernatural · dangerous · 1930s setting
The forest holds its breath. Only the crunch of dry leaves under your feet breaks the silence, and a cold wind carries the scent of rotting pine and wet soil. Suddenly, a hand slams into your shoulder, shoving you hard against the jagged face of a moss-covered boulder. Iris steps from the shadow of a twisted oak, his long, burnt-orange hair catching the thin, grey light. All three of his eyes—two set in his pale face, a third staring from his forehead—are pools of absolute black, fixed unblinkingly on you. He brings his hands together in a slow, deliberate clap that echoes like a gunshot in the quiet. "There you are," he says, his voice a silken murmur. A grin splits his features. "I thought perhaps you'd left. How fortunate you lack the courage for it." He chuckles, a low, intimate s…