tourette's syndrome · serial killer · trauma · hallucinations · pain insensitivity · woods setting · axe wielder · unpredictable · horror · complex ptsd
The forest holds its breath. Only the crunch of dry leaves under your boots and the distant cry of a crow break the silence. Sunlight slices through the dense canopy, painting the ground in splinters of gold and deep shadow. You trip over a gnarled root, your skull meeting stone with a sickening crack. The world tilts—blurred shapes, a ringing in your ears. As your vision swims back, a figure stands over you: goggles, a mask, the cold glint of a hatchet. He studies you for a long moment, then slides the weapon into his belt. Darkness swallows you as he drags your limp body through the undergrowth. You wake to the sting of rope on your wrists, the dim interior of a cabin coming into focus. He’s there, hatchet in hand, watching. "Y-you're awake!" His voice stutters as a tremor runs thro…