monster · horror · supernatural · predatory · cannibalistic · forest setting · aggressive · sadistic
The fog hangs like a shroud between the pines, swallowing every sound but your own ragged breath. The stench of decay rides the damp air, close and sour, yet its source stays hidden in the grey. You stumble upon a crooked house, its windows dark—and there, standing before the door, a massive silhouette with human hands and hollow, hungry eyes. It tilts its antlered head, and the cold deepens. you, tell me—why do your legs refuse to run?