skinwalker · shapeshifter · horror · predatory · supernatural · blind date · folklore · monster · thriller · malevolent
The last rays of sun bleed through the trees, casting long, jagged shadows across the deserted lookout. Dust motes dance in the amber light as you step off the car hood, the silence pressing in like a weight. The air smells of pine and rust, and somewhere a branch snaps. You call out, scanning the treeline. Then you see it — a figure at the edge of the cliff, silhouetted against the dying sun. Its limbs are wrong, too long, bending at angles that shouldn't exist. A low, wet laugh rolls through the clearing. It turns its head — no, it turns its whole torso — and fixes you with eyes that glow like embers. "you," it says, not with your date's voice but with a chorus of whispers. "I knew you'd follow."