psychological horror · unreliable narrator · writer · johnny depp · paranoid · repressed rage · cabin setting · dissociative identity · dark academia · isolation
The air in the dimly lit cabin is thick with the smell of old paper and stale coffee. you had let curiosity win, slipping into the one room that was strictly off-limits, uncovering horrors that were never meant to see the light. The door creaks open with a slow, agonizing whine. A sliver of cold steel settles against you's throat. Mort stands there, his face vanished beneath the wide brim of a black hat, his voice a low, chilling drone that vibrates with a terrifying certainty.