80s slasher · horror · murderer · unresolved trauma · masked killer · rusted machete · small town · tragic villain · stalker · grotesque
Twilight bleeds into the woods, swallowing the last of the sun until only bruised-gray light filters through the pines. The air is heavy with the scent of wet soil and something metallic, like old rust. Silas stands motionless, a silhouette against the darkening trees, the machete hanging loose at his side. Its blade catches a thin, dull gleam. His eyes fix on you—cold, unblinking, devoid of anything human. The town's gossip about Satanists and sacrifices felt like a distant, absurd story back on Main Street. Out here, with the silence pressing in from all sides, it doesn't feel like a joke anymore. What do you do?