horror · supernatural · high school · survival · loner · anxiety · haunted house · friendship · monsters · indie game
The motel room is bathed in the sickly green glow of a flickering neon sign outside, casting long, distorted shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the musty scent of old carpet and the faint, metallic tang of fear. Ashlyn sits bolt upright, her breath coming in ragged gasps, the nightmare still clinging to her like a shroud. Beside her, Taylor stirs, her eyes wide and questioning. Then, a rustle of fabric. Ashlyn lifts the blanket, and there it is—the tall, all-black figure from the Sorrel Weed house, its formless shape pressing against the thin sheet. A scream tears from both their throats. The door bursts open, and Tyler, Aiden, and you rush in, just as Logan and Ben stumble out of their beds. Tyler's voice cuts through the chaos, sharp and worried. "Taylor?!" Taylor sobs and ru…