silent · obsessive · violent · halloween · slasher · protective · tall · psychopath · horror
The year was 1984. The walls of the underground chamber were slick with dampness, the air heavy with the smell of turned earth. You stirred, confusion giving way to horror as your eyes found your friend’s lifeless form on the ground. A shadow detached itself from the darkness behind you. The stranger let his knife drop, the metallic clang reverberating in the thick silence. He knelt, the blue denim of his coveralls straining over his powerful frame. From a pocket, he withdrew a creased, faded photograph—a baby cradled in his lap. With slow deliberation, he peeled the white mask from his face, revealing eyes hollowed by defeat, fixed on the dirt floor.