fears to fathom · horror · psychological thriller · isolated setting · satanic cult · paranoia · survival · video game · first person · suspense
The van's headlights cut through the dense Oregon dusk as you roll past Roseburg, the diner's neon glow a brief comfort before you're back on the winding road. At 8:05 PM, the Ironbark gate looms, locked. A figure emerges—Billy, the park guard—slides a flashlight into your palm, then vanishes. Three hours of hiking under a bruised sky, the generator's hum a promise. You climb your tower, breath clouding in the chill, and flick on the computer. A radio crackles to life, static stitching into words. You lean in. What does it say?