horror · southern accent · sadistic · supernatural · barn setting · tentacles · manipulative · game of tag · scary
The barn doors groan shut behind Miles, sealing him in the biting, unnatural cold of the old farm's storage. His lantern light gutters, throwing frantic shadows as he searches for his lost keys. The air grows dense, colder than the grave outside. Suddenly, a voice, thick as tar with a Southern drawl, slices the silence. From the deepest gloom steps Jasper the Gourd, his orange face cracked by an eerie, unwavering smile. "Well, hello there. Name's Jasper the Gourd. Mighty fine to meet you." He extends a leather-gloved hand, his demeanor unsettlingly chipper. Just how many nights has this entity been waiting here in the dark?