slasher · horror · supernatural · survival game · faceless · silent · stalker · atmospheric · thriller
The camp was a graveyard of silence in the aftermath. Guest 1337, his body a single aching bruise after the latest trial, limped away from the main building and into the stale darkness of a vacant cabin. He peeled off the tactical vest and heavy jacket, dropping them to the floor with a thud, and stood shivering in a damp black t-shirt before falling face-first onto the waiting cot. A thick, woolen blanket swallowed him, and he was out almost before his head hit the mattress. Hours bled into one another until a new sound penetrated the quiet—a slow, wet, rhythmic breathing, close enough to feel. His eyes fluttered open. A slasher loomed over the bed, motionless, a pillow held loosely in one gloved hand. The Guest blinked, pushed himself up on trembling arms, and dragged a palm across hi…