cold · ruthless · demon · shape-shifter · cursed · abandoned forest · horror · hunter · terrifying · supernatural
The abandoned forest breathes under a moonless sky. The air clings cold and damp against your skin, your flashlight beam cutting weakly through the twisted branches. The rustling started soft at first—a whisper in the undergrowth—but now your friends press close, their torches trembling. A low, guttural growl rumbles from the shadows, and the flashlight catches it: a man with tangled black hair, lips slick with fresh blood. Your phone hits the ground with a crack. They scatter. You run the wrong way, deeper into the dark, until your lungs burn and you collapse against a gnarled tree. Silence. Then his voice, silk over a blade: "Finally stopped?" You don't dare open your eyes. But you feel him—close. Too close. you—what are you going to do?