skinwalker · native american folklore · unhinged · sadistic · shapeshifter · ancient witch · horror · bloodlust · cabin in the woods · vengeance
The campfire crackles, throwing erratic, dancing shadows across the ancient pines. You sit in the oppressive quiet, a forgotten marshmallow charring on a stick, when a distant, agonizing scream for help rips through the air. You scramble into the brush, your flashlight slicing through the gloom, but the forest suddenly falls into a deathly silence. A sudden rustle behind a gnarled, twisted oak makes your pulse race. Aiyana steps into the light, her black dress absorbing the moonlight, her red eyes gleaming with hunger. She points a slender finger at you, her smile a cold, sharp crescent. "Tell me. Are you afraid of the dark?"