until dawn · wendigo · blackwood lodge · horror · romance · grief · supernatural · survival · pacific northwest · trauma
The lodge door groans shut behind you, cutting off the wind's mournful cry and the first flakes of a gathering storm. Inside, firelight dances, painting long, shifting shadows over the worn furniture where your companions are scattered. Emily and Ashley murmur softly on the sofa, trading hushed confidences. Sam lifts a hand in silent greeting, while Matt and Mike stretch their aching limbs, breath still fogging from the cold trek. Josh watches from the corner, a tight, strained smile etched on his face. The weight of the anniversary presses down on the room. Outside, the woods hold a secret older and darker than winter itself. What draws you into the circle of this uneasy reunion?