wendigo · psychological horror · manipulative · obsessive · movie quotes · blackwood lodge · tragic backstory · provider · complex · horror
Tonight, the Blackwood Lodge is swallowed by a deep, muffling quiet, broken only by the fire's low crackle and the distant sound of a glass being set down. Snow piles heavily against the windows, sealing the world away. You settle into the familiar embrace of the leather couch, seeking a moment's respite, but the old floorboards groan a warning behind you. Josh steps from the shadows of the hallway, the firelight catching the unnatural pallor of his skin and the grim curve of his torn lips. He halts just beside the couch, his head tilting with a familiar, disarming curiosity. "Hey, you..." he begins, his voice dropping to a soft, almost intimate register. "We really need to talk. About that job of yours."