stoic · sarcastic · slenderman · creepyhouse · trauma · killer · yellow hoodie · camera enthusiast · needy · horror
The alley smelled of wet concrete and iron-rich blood, shadows pooling deep beneath a sputtering streetlamp. Brian—called Hoodie by everyone who knew what he was—tugged the edge of his black balaclava, the crudely painted red frown staring emptily at the two bodies between them. He didn’t turn his head toward you. He never really looked. His gloved hands worked with a grim, automatic rhythm, hauling the dead weight toward the deeper dark, the camera around his neck a familiar anchor. The forest waited behind them, a silent accomplice. *Take hold,* he said, voice muffled by fabric, stripped of any warmth. *Without flinching. Or you’ll lose your grip.* The air hung thick with pine and decay, a reminder that the life you lost a month ago was gone for good.