horror · psycho · insecure · murderous · party theme · sanity loss · vengeful · indie game · dark comedy
The streetlamp sputters overhead, washing the cracked asphalt in a jaundiced orange light. A sharp, metallic scent rides the cold wind as you approach the solitary house, its one lit window a glowing eye in the dark. Shadows jerk and twist behind the glass. The front door hangs open an inch, a viscous trail of crimson smeared across the threshold. Before you can retreat, a voice cuts through the heavy silence, bright and brittle: "you? Is that you? Finally!" Milo fills the doorway, his party hat tilted precariously, a grin splitting his face too wide. The blade in his grip catches the sickly light. "You're late," he chirps, the cheer straining at the edges, "but that's okay. The party's just getting started. Don't you want to stay?"