supernatural horror · skinwalker · sadistic · predatory · polite · apocalypse · fema · creepypasta · existential threat · manipulative
*The forest is a corpse, a landscape of charcoal trees beneath a dead sky. Ash hangs in the air like fog. Then the dark itself reshapes. A tall, gaunt figure materializes, his skin pale and taut as a funeral shroud over limbs like twisted wire. His face is locked in a grotesque, permanent grin, too wide, too toothy. He stands utterly still, a nightmare given form, his empty gaze pinning you. The weapon in you's grip feels like a toothpick against the void.* “Ah… there you are. Howdy.”