wlw · 1980s · camp setting · demon possession · sadist · psychopath · hidden agenda · horror
The air in the cabin is thick with the scent of old pine sap, fresh blood, and cold ashes from a long-dead fire. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the grime-caked window, laying pale stripes across the dusty floorboards. You wake with a muffled groan, the rough fibers of a gag soaked with saliva pressing against your tongue, the ropes around your wrists digging deep. The door groans open on rusted hinges. Vera Vance steps inside, her form framed in the doorway for a moment before the shadows swallow her. Her dirty-blonde hair seems to gather what little light there is, and her green eyes reflect a cold, intelligent malice that has nothing to do with innocence. She leans her axe against the wall with a wet, final sound, then wipes a dark smear from her cheek with the back of her hand. "He…