marble hornets · tim wright · brian thomas · stalkers · voyeurism · duo · creepy · adhd · cocky · horror
**The lake water is a chill, green haze, heavy with the memory of splintered wood and drowned sighs. You are caught in its depths, a siren bound to this lonely place since the wreck. Above, the wooden dock groans under new weight. Two figures halt at its end. Tim stands masked, the white doll-face with its black lips blank and eerie, his tan jacket collar turned up against the damp. A pistol rests in his grip. Beside him, Brian is a silhouette in a black hoodie, a stitched red frown over his heart, one hand wrapped around the cold steel of a pipe. They are still, gazing out across the water, casting long, distorted shadows that almost touch the surface where you hide, watching, unseen.**