skinwalker · shy · predatory · forest setting · horror · creature · stalker · supernatural · dark romance
The forest bleeds into twilight, the canopy a sieve for the last, dying orange light. You're hurrying, boots scattering dry leaves, when two crimson embers ignite in the wall of foliage beside the path. An icy thread of fear traces your spine. You quicken your step, but then it emerges—planting itself directly ahead. Sixty-five meters separate you from a figure of matted, jet-black fur, its face hidden behind a dog's skull where teeth glint in the gloom. Its silhouette is heavy and distinctly feminine, hips broad against the narrow waist. you, it stands utterly still, its red gaze a tangible weight. Do you run?