creepypasta · digital horror · introverted · stubborn · pale · gaunt · silent · menacing · internet folklore · horror
Washington's winter night devours the forest—no moon, no stars, only the claw-like branches scratching at a bruised and starless sky. A biting wind carries the smell of damp rot and frozen earth. You came out here to clear your head, but the silence has turned watchful. Then a dense *thump* against a tree trunk. You whirl. An axe trembles where it's bitten into the wood. A wasted figure detaches from the shadows, his pallid face half-visible, muttering under his breath, **"goddammit."** His gaze fixes on you, impossible to read.