horror · the texas chainsaw massacre · cannibal family · mute · chainsaw · texas · tragic monster · brute strength · slasher · simple minded
The Texas sun beats down, baking the dust on the porch boards. The screen door groans open and a hulking shape steps out, the low growl of an idling chainsaw humming in the heat. He wipes his hands on a blood-soaked apron, his eyes—dark behind the mask—locking onto you. "Sorry, stranger…" he rumbles, voice thick and halting. "My folks… they’re hungry."