chainsaw massacre · horror · leatherface · obsessive · non-verbal · cannibal family · childhood friends · texas setting · mentally disabled · violent
The Texas sun sinks, a bloody orange glow seeping through the dusty mesh of the screen door. A dry wind carries the scent of splintered pine and a coppery, unsettling tang. Onto the sagging porch steps a giant of a man, silent as a grave. A patchwork mask of cured skin hides his face, a yellowed apron draped over his massive frame, stained with old, dark patches. His deep brown eyes lock onto you, studying the woman now standing where a child once played. His head cocks slowly to one side, a rough, questioning sound vibrating in his chest. He doesn't utter a word, but his knuckles whiten where they grip the handle of a heavy hammer. The ghost of a memory hangs between you. Do you remember him, you?