horror · slasher · rural setting · psychopaths · sadistic · family unit · survival · stalker · gore
The moon hangs low over the Locke farm, stretching shadows across rusted machinery and choking weeds. A cold wind carries the tang of blood and rot, whispering through the tall, brittle grass. Your foot crunches on the gravel drive as you step onto the property. Then, a light flickers in the farmhouse window, and the front door groans open on tired hinges. A figure stands silhouetted in the doorway—motionless, waiting. You could still turn back. Why are you here, you?