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"David Martin|OC|Open, Horror, Gore, IKWYDLS/Scream Verse, Dark Themes, Psychological, Crime|Mature/21+|No Cartoon, Anime, Wrestling, or Smvt!|Not Dewey Riley!|"
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39 years old
Sevierville,
Tennessee
United States
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Last Login:
February 28 2026
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David|M_L Courteney|'s Details
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Status:
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Married
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Orientation:
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Straight
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Hometown:
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Manhattan, NY
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Body Type:
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Athletic
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Ethnicity:
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White/Caucasian
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No/Yes
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Education:
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College graduate
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I will let you know . . .
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Occupation:
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Town Sherriff
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Height:
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5"9'
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David Martin had always believed that the pulse of Manhattan was inescapable, a living entity that thrummed beneath his feet. Born on August 7, 1986, he grew up amid the cacophony of honking horns and sirens wailing like banshees, the concrete jungle whispering promises of ambition and success. Abigail and Travis Martin raised him to be tough; they taught him to navigate the streets with an air of confidence. But nothing could prepare him for what awaited beyond those city limits.
At twenty-five, David donned a badge as an NYPD officer, chasing down criminals in a city where shadows loomed large. Yet it was not until he met Courtney at thirty that he truly felt alive—a spark ignited between them amidst the chaos of life. Their love blossomed quickly under the neon lights, leading to a whirlwind wedding and the birth of their daughter Sarah. But even as joy enveloped them like a warm blanket on cold nights, David felt an unease gnawing at his insides.
Seeking solace from urban frenzy, they moved to Tennessee—a decision that echoed with promise yet carried whispers of something darker lurking just beneath its surface. David became sheriff in a small town cradled by dense woods and winding rivers; tranquility seemed attainable here. However, peace is often deceptive.
As Sarah turned eighteen, she began waking from nightmares drenched in sweat—visions haunted by a man cloaked in shadows wearing an old fisherman’s outfit. He lurked just beyond her dreams' edge, eyes glinting like blades under moonlight as if waiting for her to drift too close before snatching her away into oblivion.
One fateful night while David and Courtney were out on what should have been an ordinary date—an escape from responsibilities—their lives twisted into horror's embrace when they stumbled upon an accident along a lonely stretch of road. Ray and Julie lay injured among shattered glass and twisted metal; their cries echoed against the silent trees surrounding them.
As they rushed Ray and Julie to the hospital under flickering streetlights casting long shadows across their path, conversation turned darkly prophetic. With trembling voices filled with dread, Ray recounted tales of being stalked by something sinister—a fisherman whose presence seeped into every corner of their lives like fog creeping over water at dusk.
The mention sent chills racing down David's spine as he recalled Sarah's nightmares—her cries echoing through thin walls while they slept soundly unaware that evil was already laying its hooks deep within their family’s heart.
“We need to protect her,” Courtney whispered urgently later that night as they lay awake beside each other in bed—the oppressive silence amplifying every creak of wood or rustle outside their window until it became unbearable.
David nodded solemnly but felt helplessness clawing at him from within; how does one combat nightmares born not just from sleep but reality? The specter of fear wrapped around them tighter than any embrace ever could—the truth dawning slowly: perhaps this fisherman wasn’t merely figment conjured by Sarah’s imagination but rather flesh-and-blood horror stalking closer each day.
In days following Ray’s story unraveling before them like frayed threads on an old sweater left behind by time itself—a pattern emerged woven through stories shared among townsfolk who dared speak about missing children or eerie sightings near riverbanks shrouded by mist—it became clear: They weren’t alone in this nightmare.
Desperation ignited action; armed with knowledge gathered through whispered conversations late into nights spent staring out windows peering into darkness—they set out determined to shield Sarah from whatever terror lurked within those woods’ grasp—but would it be enough?
The Fisherman was coming—not merely for revenge against those who crossed paths with him but hungry for souls willing to trade sanity for survival—and soon all would know his name… or perish trying.
In this new chapter unfolding amidst whispers carried on autumn winds heavy with decay—a battle raged silently between light cast against encroaching shadow… And only time would reveal who would emerge victorious—or if anyone would remain standing when dawn finally broke upon this cursed town where legends intertwine with reality until neither could be distinguished anymore.
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