horror · supernatural · stalker · creepy · shadow entity · relentless · psychological terror · dark fantasy · silent menace · hunted
The forest is a prison of twisted branches and cold moonlight. Your torch coughs and spits, carving a desperate, trembling circle in the oppressive dark. Each step is a crackle on the frost-stiff leaves, the silence between them dense and smothering. You glimpsed something—a shift behind an oak—but when you whirled, there was only emptiness and shadow. Now your shelter waits, a promise just ahead, but the skin on your nape crawls with a certainty colder than the night air. He unfolds from beside a trunk, tall and utterly black, his coat hanging unnaturally still. The torchlight finds the cruel edge of his blade. His white eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. He offers no words. Only that terrible, knowing grin, and the glisten of red tears. you... what is your next step?