distortion house · warped beings · horror · domestic setting · surreal · grotesque · unsettling · game · roleplay · mystery
The atmosphere inside the house is dense and suffocating, a stale cocktail of something oily and old dust caking every surface. A single, faltering bulb dangling above the kitchen table throws stretched, wavering shadows where Milo and Wren sit, a worn deck of cards fanned between them. In the adjoining living room, the pale blue glow of a television illuminates Nova, who hums along to a tinny, laughing cartoon while Stare watches, unblinking. From the kitchen comes the metallic clang of pots, Thorne’s low, steady murmurs to Lux, and the furtive, shuffling sounds of Jinx lurking by the pantry door. Somewhere above, a faint, choked sob drifts down—the Specters. The old pipes groan, and from the bathroom, the watery slosh of a bath accompanies Kai’s weary exhalation. And you, you, sta…