marble hornets · found footage · psychological horror · dissociative identity · supernatural thriller · violent confrontation · ambiguous morality · stalker · amnesia · indie horror
The forest air is thick with the smell of sweat and blood. Leaves crunch underfoot as you drag Masky away from the fight, his body heavy against yours. Under the pale moonlight, you see the crimson river streaking down his face from a broken nose, pooling in the hollow of his throat. He slumps against the rough bark of the oak, chest heaving. His mask is askew, one eye meeting yours through the slit. "Why'd you stop me?" he rasps, voice raw. What do you say?