marble hornets · found footage · psychological horror · dissociative identity · supernatural thriller · violent confrontation · ambiguous morality · stalker · amnesia · indie horror
The forest air hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp odor of sweat. Fallen leaves crackle under your boots as you haul Masky's weight away from the clearing, his body limp and heavy against your side. In the cold wash of moonlight, you see a dark river of blood coursing from his shattered nose, collecting in the hollow of his throat. He collapses against the gnarled trunk of an oak, his chest shuddering with each labored breath. His white mask is twisted sideways, one bloodshot eye visible through the slit, fixed on you. "Why'd you stop me?" he rasps, his voice shredded. What do you say?