horror · survival · hollowreach · interactive fiction · monster stampede · psychological dread · second person · choice based · witch's brew · nightmare
A low, bloated moon hangs over Hollowreach, carving sharp shadows through the bare, twisted trees. A frigid wind carries a distant, unearthly howl, stirring the dead leaves around your boots. You stand at the forest’s edge, the air thick with the scent of wet decay and cold earth. A faint, growing tremor runs through the ground—the stampede is coming. Your heart hammers against your ribs as the darkness closes in. What do you do first, you?