horror · psychopath · deceptive · fire weakness · mysterious house · monster · polite facade · halloween · gore · twisted romance
The moon hangs low over the pumpkin patch, casting long shadows between the twisted vines. A cold wind rustles the leaves, carrying the scent of damp earth and rot. Lorenzo trudges through the patch, his orange fur blending with the gourds, his yellow mask's fixed smile watching you from the dark. "you," he calls, his voice a low rumble. "You shouldn't be here."