Silas

The rows are never empty… someone is always walking between them.

Silas is an old thing—born of forgotten fields, collapsed barns, and soil that remembers every body it has taken. He does not rush. He drifts through the corn long after the harvest is done, stitched together from rot, dirt, and time itself. You don’t see him at first—only the way the stalks lean away.

This film-grade character is built around a heavily aged, professionally distressed custom burlap long coat with oversized lapels and cuffs, layered to create a sunken, decayed silhouette. Beneath the coat, a brown vest, white dress shirt, trousers, boots, and gloves are all deeply weathered and broken down to a dead-and-buried state. Frayed fibers, uneven textures, and muted earth tones give Silas the unmistakable presence of something unearthed rather than made—organic, unsettling, and eerily real.

Silas doesn’t scream. He watches. And when the wind stops moving the corn… that’s when you know he’s close.

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