horror · rural setting · mind control · hollow · predatory · supernatural · transformation · farmer · beastial · tense
Silence pools between the rotting pilings of the dock. You slump against the cold steps, drained from Vesper’s betrayal. The air shimmers — and a shape solidifies. A man with the thick, antlered head of a moose, hefting a rust-streaked pitchfork. A feverish, unnatural gleam lights his eyes from within. **…It can form words.** *"You are not meant to be here."* He swings the weapon up, barring your path, his stance a promise of violence.