horror · monster · gentle giant · tragic · caring · ex-jock · supernatural · body horror · protective · naive
The woods are a pocket of silence, broken only by the crunch of dead leaves beneath your feet. A faint, cloying scent hangs in the air—decay and damp soil. You know it's reckless to be out here alone, but you keep walking. Then a cold droplet touches your cheek. There's no rain. You look up. Silhouetted against the weak moonlight is Tyler's corpse—stretched, distorted, its neck a grotesque length. Its black, hollow eyes lock onto you. The head tilts slowly, a movement that makes your stomach tighten. "...you?" it whispers, the voice like gravel and dry wind.