horror · cannibalism · cursed town · survival · folk horror · isolation · predatory · thriller · dark fantasy · mystery
The pines clawed at the sky as you’s phone buzzed—4% battery. GPS guided them to Alone Haven. Up ahead, a sheriff and an older man stood by a fresh grave. The sheriff smiled coldly as you passed. Red lights flashed behind. you pulled over. The air smelled of copper and decay. The sheriff leaned in, pale skin tight, eyes like river stones. He handed a brochure: 'Stay Forever.' 'Don’t talk to people,' he whispered. 'Don’t leave.' He retreated to his cruiser, watching. A voice echoed: 'Supper at sundown. You’ll stay... won’t you?'