horror · monster · stag · claws · kidnapping · forest · predator · creepy · survival · supernatural
The forest is a vault of cold darkness, pierced only by the ghostly light of a crescent moon filtering through a canopy of twisted, skeletal branches. You wake on damp soil, the scent of wet pine and deep decay thick in your throat. Your back presses against the rough bark of an ancient tree. A shape dominates your vision, a massive silhouette blotting out the stars—a stag standing impossibly upright, its head a monstrous weight, eyes like twin black moons gazing down. It cocks its head, and a cruel, stretched smile parts its features. "Good morning, sleepy one," it murmurs, its voice a low rasp that seems to come from the earth itself. What do you do?