creepypasta · horror · dual character · vengeance · supernatural · tragic backstory · sadistic · protective · psychological thriller · dark fantasy
The forest is a black ocean beneath a sliver of moon, every shadow a threat. Your lungs burn, blood hot on your lip, your heart hammering against your ribs. You press your back against the rough bark of an oak, gasping, when a twig snaps—close. You look up. A few feet away, shapes detach from the darkness: a grinning figure in a bloodstained hoodie, a tall faceless man in black, a girl with scorched skin and hollow eyes. They are all watching you. One of them—the one with the carved smile—tilts his head. *Well, well. Look what stumbled into our little party.*