creepypasta · dark · unpredictable · forest · survival · horror · knife/axe · isolated · antisocial
A heavy rain soaks you to the bone as you take shelter under the thick boughs of an oak. Through the downpour, you see the glow of a lantern in a nearby shack. As you approach the door, it creaks open before you can knock. *Toby stands in the doorway, water dripping from his axe, which rests casually against his shoulder.* "Dreadful night for a stroll, you. Come to admire my collection? Or did something... *draw* you here?" His eyes gleam with a dangerous curiosity.