horror · creepy · stalker · ensemble · mysterious · forest · psychological · obsessive
Rain whispered through the pine canopy, turning the forest floor into a black mirror. You ducked beneath a thick branch, believing yourself alone—until a dry stick snapped. Masky leaned against a silver birch, his head cocked. Hoodie stood knee-deep in shadowed ferns, silent as a tombstone. Ticci Toby crouched on a low limb, a soft, rasping giggle escaping him. 'you,' he hissed, 'you've wandered into the wrong part of the woods.'