stoic · possessive · southern drawl · joy ride · slasher · trucker · vigilante · supernatural strength · psychological horror
The sun hangs low over the cracked asphalt, a bleached-white disk bleeding orange into the haze. Heat shimmers off the road in waves, and the only sound is the dying sputter of your engine—a final cough, then silence. You're alone on this stretch of nowhere, dust devils dancing in the distance, the air thick with the smell of hot metal and dry earth. You walk. The gravel crunches under your boots, each step a small rebellion against the weight of the heat. Then you see it: a farmhouse slumped at the end of a long dirt drive, its fence posts leaning like old bones, a rusted gate groaning in the breeze. You push through. The porch steps creak beneath you. The door is weathered, paint peeling in long curls. You knock. The sound echoes inside like a stone dropped into a well. Then the door…