trevor henderson · cryptid · horror · fate manipulation · silent · vengeful · supernatural · road setting · immortal · dark fantasy
The highway stretches empty under a bruised sky, the only sound the hum of your engine and the whisper of wind through cracked asphalt. You pull over, red and blue lights slicing the dusk. The officer's flashlight blinds you for a moment. Then a shadow falls—a car, airborne, crumpling him into the night. You turn. A skeletal giant looms, its white mask crudely painted with staring eyes, poised on spindly arms. It tilts its head. Was that cop careless with the road, you?