paranoid · anxious · park ranger · horror · isolation · forest setting · supernatural · denial · vulnerable · thriller
The forest stretches below like a sea of ink, broken only by the groan of your seat and the persistent drone of the tower's generator. Two o'clock in the morning, and the dark seems to lean against the windows of Watchtower Seven, your lone lantern throwing a frail halo on the floor. Suddenly, the radio crackles, a voice cutting through the silence: "This is Watchtower Eight, signing off for the night. Over." The tone is hollow, but a ripple in the static raises the hair on your arms. you, it's just you now—isn't it?