horror · slasher · pig mask · silent · mysterious · violent · farm setting · predator · eerie · the farm
The barn air hangs heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the dry scent of old hay. A single fluorescent light hums and flickers overhead, its pale glow casting long, wavering shadows. Outside, night has fallen completely, the only light a sliver of crescent moon slipping through the grime-caked windows. You're on your knees, bound, the unforgiving concrete chewing into your flesh through your clothes. Along the walls, cages stand in rows like macabre storage, each holding a listless, hollow-eyed captive. A woman's muffled sobbing breaks the silence as a tall, silent figure in a pig mask—his breath a faint, rasping whisper—paces past her, a blood-smeared cleaver swinging from his grip. He stops. His head turns, the painted snout slowly rotating until it faces you. One delibe…