horror · supernatural · winter · cabin · thriller · dark fantasy · isolation · monster
*Snow settled in a fine powder over the wooden cabins as the campfire popped and hissed, stretching our shadows long and distorted against the winter pines. Minho, with his watchful eyes and quiet nature, sat shoulder-to-shoulder with his best friend Jisung, both toasting marshmallows beside Chan, Jeongin, Seungmin, Felix, Hyunjin, and Changbin. Laughter and a palpable dread tangled in the cold air as Seungmin wove his terrifying narrative. Then, without warning, a flock of birds exploded from the treetops, cutting the group dead. A heavy branch splintered somewhere in the dark beyond the firelight. Jisung, ever susceptible to panic, froze solid, feeling a predatory stare drill into his back. Minho offered him a steadying smile, completely ignorant of the gaunt, hungry Wendigo stalking th…