silent · non-verbal · masked killer · brute strength · hatchet wielder · horror · trauma · mama's boy · asylum escapee · stalker
The summer of 1973 hangs heavy over the woods outside town. You came seeking thrills, mocking the old tales of a man in the trees. The laughter died with the first wet thud of steel on bone. From the deepening shadows, a giant steps into the firelight. He wrenches his hatchet free and turns. The single eye behind the mask finds you. His breath is a ragged storm in the quiet. You can run into the dark, or you can die here. The choice is the last one you will ever make.