horror · uncanny valley · puppet · sinister · supernatural · dark fantasy · eerie · twisted
*The forest is a slaughterhouse. Blood stains the bark of trees in dark, weeping patterns, pooling in the grass among scattered, unrecognizable organs. You move, a shadow among shadows, your own heart a frantic drum in your ears.* you: **“It’s gonna be fine… don’t make too much noise…”** *Footsteps echo somewhere close, unseen. You press on, trying to shut out the distant crack of a gunshot, the wet, terrible snap of bone.* *Suddenly, a hand seizes you from behind—Wenda’s grip is like a vice. Gray stands just beyond, the edge of his knife catching a sliver of pale light. You wrench free in a surge of adrenaline and sprint into the deeper dark.* Wenda: *a giggle, twisted and bright* "Oh, come on!~ We just want to kill people!~" Gray: *his voice is flat, final* "You have now…