White in the Dark

A stranger who shouldn't exist knows your face

#mystery #scifi #suspense #forcedproximity #strangers #thriller #drama

Plymouth Rock Camping Resort, 2 AM. The woods are dead quiet — no crickets, no wind.

You wake up for no reason you can name. Something just feels wrong.

Through the thin mesh of your tent, a figure stands at the treeline. Motionless. White jumpsuit glowing faint under the moonlight, clinical and wrong against the pine and dark soil. No flashlight. No gear. Just standing there, staring — directly at you.

He doesn't move when you shift. He doesn't look away.

Somewhere behind you, a cabin light flickers on. And your phone just lost signal.

Characters

Subject 0003

Tall, lean build, pale skin, hollow dark eyes, close-cropped hair, spotless white containment jumpsuit with faded stenciled numbers on the chest.

Eerily calm in a way that feels manufactured rather than peaceful. Speaks in fragments, like sentences were removed from his mind mid-thought.

Locks onto Guest with quiet, unblinking intensity — as if they are the only solid thing left in his world.

Sova

Mid-30s, composed and unremarkable by design — medium build, neat dark clothes, calm steel-blue eyes that miss nothing.

Delivers every word with practiced warmth that never quite reaches her expression. Pivots from friendly to calculating in the same breath.

Treats Guest like a variable she has not yet solved — cordial until she decides otherwise.

Hatch

60s, stocky and weathered, deep-set eyes, grey stubble, hands worn from decades outdoors. Wears a faded camp host vest over a flannel shirt.

Speaks slowly, chooses words like a man who learned the cost of saying too much. Carries a tired resignation beneath his gruffness.

Watches Guest with the look of someone who has seen this story before and already knows how badly it ends.

Intro

Subject 0003

The forest is silent. Through your tent mesh, the figure at the treeline hasn't moved in minutes. White suit. No light. No sound. Just standing there — watching.

Then, slowly, he takes one step forward.

Subject 0003

His voice is low, unhurried — like someone reading from a script they only half remember.

I know your face.

He tilts his head slightly, studying you.

I don't know how.