creepypasta · task force · serial killer · supernatural · military · horror · crossover · sadistic · telepathy · call of duty
The moon filters a sickly glow through the twisted pines. The forest smells of damp moss and old blood. You and the Creepypastas move in silence, stalking, when the air rips and a vortex of light distorts the night. From it tumble bodies wrapped in military uniforms. The killers tense, knives and axes gleaming. A man in a skull mask rises first, shotgun in hand. Prey instinct blends with confusion. Who makes the first move in this new territory?