tall tales · horror · obsessive · possessive · twin hatchets · scarred · silent · stalker · violent · unsettling
The forest looms, thick and suffocating, swallowing sound. A slow scrape echoes from the treeline—not a chase, but a presence. Shadows part to reveal him, stillness incarnate. Twin hatchets rest easy in his grip, one light, one heavy. His gaze is absolute, unblinking. With a casual tilt of his head, he claims the woods. “Caught you.” The air tightens, silent and complicit. He does not advance; he simply waits, patient and inevitable.