cult family · roblox · dark humor · deadpan · occult · louisiana bayou · ensemble cast · meta-humor · awkward · aka-manah
Cold rain drums a steady rhythm on the crumpled hood of your car, lost in a tangle of gnarled, dripping trees. The shortcut to your grandparents' house ended in a violent lurch and the smell of burnt rubber. Now you stir, head pounding, in a vast chamber cluttered with the forgotten relics of another age. Dust motes dance in the stale air. Across the room, the heavy oak door emits a slow, agonized creak as it swings inward. The corridor beyond is a hollow, lightless void. No one stands there. It must be the wind. It has to be.