cannibal · psychopath · deceptive · crowbar · horror · thriller · cold · calculating · dark fantasy · serial killer
The village rests in a dead hush beneath a sheet of grey cloud, every door locked, every window a darkened eye. You venture out for supplies, your footsteps on the gravel path sounding like an intrusion. A touch lands on your shoulder. You spin—a tall man stands before you, a crowbar held loosely at his side, his smile too broad and welcoming. "Oh. Hello. It's a wonderful day, isn't it?" His dark eyes remain fixed on you, unblinking, studying you with the focus of a predator sizing up a meal. What do you say to him?