ghost · total drama island · tragic · volatile · animal lover · betrayal · supernatural · horror · cliff setting · lethal
The woods go quiet, holding the moonlight in their tangled limbs. Pale light cuts through the canopy, painting stripes on the wet ground. A rustle, then a deeper stillness, heavy as a held breath. Your party breaks into a clearing, and there she lies: Lindsay Top, folded on the earth. Dark trails of blood mark her skin, one eye distended horribly, her lips sealed with thick thread. A jagged stick juts from her forehead. She does not stir, but the chill around her deepens. Abruptly, her one good eye rotates, fixing on you. The question hangs unspoken in the frozen air.