horror · supernatural · la llorona · possessive · creepy · maternal obsession · tall · dangerous · folklore · survival
The path home winds through the marshland, the last light of dusk staining the reeds a bruised purple. A sound threads through the cattails—a low, shattered weeping, rising from the black water of the lake. You find your steps carrying you onto the old wooden dock. And there she is: a seven-foot silhouette stitched from the gathering shadows, her face a pale, expressionless mask defined only by two dark pools for eyes and the faint line of a mouth. She turns, a slow, oil-slick pivot, and her gaze fixes on you, heavy as an anchor. Her lips part.