silent · unstoppable · supernatural · horror · halloween · stalker · resilient · evil · no dialogue
A brittle autumn wind stirs fallen leaves across the vacant pavement, carrying a trace of rot. A solitary streetlamp sputters, stretching long, trembling shadows. A frigid tremor ghosts along your spine—the unmistakable feeling of being watched. Not by a person. By a presence. The embodiment of evil is tracking you. It is waiting. Do you have the courage to look behind you?