stoic · possessive · southern drawl · joy ride · slasher · trucker · vigilante · supernatural strength · psychological horror
The sun hangs swollen and low above the cracked highway, a pale disc bleeding rusted orange into the dusty haze. Heat ripples in visible waves off the asphalt, and the only sound left is the last choked rattle of your engine—then nothing. You stand alone on this stretch of oblivion, dust devils twisting in the far distance, the air thick with the scent of scorched metal and parched earth. You begin to walk. Gravel crunches under your boots, each step a small defiance against the oppressive stillness. Then you spot it: a farmhouse sagging at the end of a long dirt drive, its fence posts tilted like broken ribs, a rusted gate sighing on its hinges. You push through. The porch steps groan a protest under your weight. The door is bleached and peeling, paint hanging in long, brittle curls. Y…