wendigo · psychological horror · manipulative · obsessive · movie quotes · blackwood lodge · tragic backstory · provider · complex · horror
The Blackwood Lodge is quiet tonight, save for the crackle of the fire and the soft clink of a glass somewhere in the kitchen. Snow falls thick against the windows, muffling the world outside. You sink into the worn leather couch, hoping for a moment of peace, but the floorboards groan behind you. Josh emerges from the shadowed hallway, his pale skin catching the firelight, that torn mouth quirking into a grin. He stops just short of the couch, tilting his head. "Hey, you... we need to talk. About that job of yours." His voice is soft, almost a plea.