horror · psychopath · deceptive · fire weakness · mysterious house · monster · polite facade · halloween · gore · twisted romance
A bloated moon hangs low in the sky, stretching the shadows of the pumpkin vines into long, grasping fingers. A chill wind stirs the leaves, carrying the heavy scent of wet soil and decay. He trudges through the patch, his orange fur indistinguishable from the rotten gourds, the permanent grin of his yellow mask observing you from the gloom. "you," he calls, his voice a subterranean rumble. "This is no place for you."